#FERAL for this robotic bastard

[multi-fandom-simp00]

You ever just see a character and immediately get attached to them and be like, "god, you're so fxcking perfect" while staring at them lovingly?

Me when Ultron, fr tho-

He's so goddamn hot, it's honestly a crime, no wonder he was the villain; lowkey wanna climb this mfer like a tree

And I'm over here completely obsessing over him like my life depends on it, AND THE FACT THAT HE'S 8FT TALL DOESN'T HELP, LIKE- my 5'3" ass could never; AND HIS VOICE, TOO, HELLOOO???!??

I need him to step on me, I'm desperate

[squibsformers]

Feral Fears pt. 2

Transformers x Human

18+

In which the human finds their fangs.

Prev

It took the human… two hours? Maybe? Before they got curious.

And when they got curious, things became dangerous.

They had stolen wire from whoever owned this ship- probably more fuckass robots, knowing their luck. They used it to make rope. lots and lots of rope. Some remained wound and bound up in their makeshift pack, and then more was used to make a way down- one time only, most likely, so they tossed extra out of the hole to store for later.

Then, they went up, not down.

It took work, a lot of hissing and cursing, but they clambered up out of the crate and looked around, squinting. Maybe if they were lucky…

Aha. They scrambled across several crates before getting to one marked with red and white. Even they could figure it out.

Medical supplies.

It took a lot of effort to climb onto the package, more still to pop the case open, but when they did… they couldn't help the delight that shot through them, despite the ache in their arm.

Sharps.

Oh, the little human stomped their feet in delight. Eagerly, they rummaged through, grabbing a few different items. A scalpel, extra blades, some tape and some soft cloths they could use as a blanket or make into something else. Syringe? Yoinked that needle. Some sort of small plastic case full of drill bits? They took a few bits, dumped the rest out into the crate and took the door-sized case. Storage, drill bits were always good, all they needed now was-

AHA.

Containers.

They bundled up all their goodies, the empty plastic test tubes would make for good water storage- a rare find, not difficult though on a ship. Once everything was secured, they made a sling to hold the spear-sized scalpel, packed a bunch of bits and bobs away in the small plastic case, and began abseiling down the side of the crate.

Probably should have tried closing the medkit back up, but they didn't care enough to do so. Fuck these stupid robots, these ones were probably just as bad as the others. Giant, metal monsters, with insatiable appetites for violence and humiliating others.

…They shook their head and kept on going, yanking the wire they used to rappel down and finally dislodged it, bundling it back up and making a run for the nearest wall. Their arm felt like there were two little discs of aching lava lodged in it, but didn't want to dwell on it. They had to hurry.

Come on, come on, they had to find it, they had to find one so they could hide and- BINGO! One ventilation shaft, right on time.

The little human unscrewed some bolts, tossed their junk in and soon followed behind, pushing and pulling their haul along. Dips, turns, sheer wall of metal they used some magnets they had in their pack to get up… There was (hopefully) a machine in this ship like the other had, one that let out water vapor and drifted it up to a dehumidifier that they could use as a water source…

They would be in here for a while, and they would set up a good little base, and be millions of lightyears from those other bastards. Everything would be fine. They would be fine. Everything was fine now.

….Their busted arm hurt so bad…

Once they found a good base camp location, they would be making sure to wrap and brace it as best they could. They were no medic but, well. The little human was sure as hell not about to stroll up to one of THOSE things, asking for help. Those metal demons…

_______

Oddities followed the Lost Light like a plague in the cycles after they took off from the outpost. Which was normal but…you know.

It was truly no one's fault, everyone that was a passenger aboard had long since accepted the fate. Glitch mice plague? Seen it. Spark Eaters? Dealt with it. Spontaneous hallway brawls?? Ultra Magnus had started making some incident reports ahead of time that he just had to fill in some blanks to save time.

Rodimus…was staring at the storage hold, arms crossed.

“So…we have a thief…?”

“It's pretty likely, Rodimus.” Ratchet grumbled, digging through the medical supply box and sorting while looking at the order he had placed. “That, or the outpost ripped us off. Half of my supplies are missing.” Snarling, he threw a damaged laser scalpel to the ground. “This is a load of slag! What in the pit am I to do with half my order missing- that fabric tape was important for staunching flows in coolant lines!!”

“Frag…” He grumbled, hand on his chin. He looked over to Perceptor, the mech studying the hole in the crate. “Do you think that it was that shady mech with the grey stripes who loaded us?”

The sniper hummed, zooming in on some of the discarded and scattered blades. “Maybe… or perhaps we have a stowaway?” He murmured. “Look at these marks. They're kind of oily, and look like..silicone or rubber digit pads. Very small, but-”

“Dude, I can't see what you're talking about.”

Perceptor huffs.

“I think what we have is someone who snuck aboard. The reason why is anyone's guess, but, taking into account the amount of sharp items that have been taken…”

Rodimus felt a chill slink down his backstruts, glancing over at Ultra Magnus. “...a potential assassin…?”

“Sounds like it…” He grumbled. “The question now is who the target is…. as well as where they vanished off to.”

Perceptor had moved to scouring over the crate, trying to see what he could discover as Ratchet clutched the medical supplies closer, uneasy at what was being said.

“Okay. This stays between us here and those in the security detail.” Rodimus points at Perceptor. “That means no Brainstorm.” He turned, pointing to Ratchet, who looked a bit cross. “And no Drift.”

“You say that as if Brainstorm would focus on something like this.”

“Prime, you're going to end up telling him anyway.”

“I know. But I wanna tell him. Not you.”

“Whoever this was is around the size of a Minibot.”

That caught Magnus's attention, the enforcer looking back over. “Are you certain?”

“Very. It's the only way they could squeeze through a hole this size, though, their plating would catch for sure…” Perceptor slowly stood, tracing a warbling path with a laser pointer before having it end right at the vents. Narrow, but some minis could stand upright in parts of the passages…. “Small, flexible, and doesn't want to be found.”

Rodimus's optics narrow. “Get the smallest security drones to do sweeps through the vents. We're flushing this cyber-rat out.”

________

Next NA

[brogatory]

Lil bastard ass camera.

Howdy.

M'names Dirk Strider. I build robots for a living.

If you're seeing this, we're probably both most likely dead. Dead as hell.

If you ain't, then I'm just talking to myself. Which ain't new.

"Love to hear myself talk"... Whatever, Ro.

This is my journal that I happen to be uploading to whatever constitutes as Ghost Internet.

So. I died. Slapped around by a suppressive sad fish woman and got killed by my own damn sword. Absolute mythical levels of ironic thematic bullshit right there.

Stuck in purgatory with some batshit feral version of my little brother-kid.

You know, the regular shit.

...

Jesus this is a stupid idea. Why'd I let her talk me into this? It ain't like Hal's around...

[radioactive-reactions]

How would the companions react to discovering not only Vault 111 but also the frozen Sole Survivor

Whether they saw it as a potential treasure trove, a nostalgic relic, or just a safe, quiet refuge, Vault 111 always seemed to attract the odd scavenger or adventurer. After slipping past the door, however, this particular intruder would end up stumbling upon something far stranger than they could expect...

Cait hadn't really taken the time to scope out the Vault before diving into it headfirst- having a pack of feral dogs nipping at your heels will do that to you. Coming face to face with the frozen Sole Survivor down there is freaky enough to give her a heart attack, but as the perfect audience for her rambling stories and a nonjudgmental drinking buddy they soon become the centerpiece of her impromptu hideout. As for actually getting them out? Fuck if she knows how.

Codsworth knows full well what the Vault up the hill contains, of course. How could he not? Much of the aging robot's time is spent tending to his owners' pods: tightening every bolt, polishing the glass, keeping the steel casing free of even a single speck of rust. The only thing that keeps him going is the thought that on some level, under that thin layer of frost, they might know he's there for them.

Curie's unbridled excitement at making contact with another Vault is quickly tempered once she actually sets eyes on the denizens of said Vault. With nothing but time and centuries' worth of medical expertise to work with, she immediately sets to the task of bringing Vault 111 back to life- not just the Sole Survivor, but everyone consigned to a cold and inglorious fate in those cryopods. This is a mission worth spending another two hundred years on.

Danse has been assigned to scour the Vault as part of a routine sweep for useful technology- a task entirely beneath a Paladin, but what he finds there more than makes up for it. Immediately, a whole field research team is dispatched to the vault and the cryopods are airlifted out one by one. The Sole Survivor's first memory of the new world is waking up to the harsh white light of a Brotherhood lab, bombarded with questions and shoved blearily through a battery of tests. Not a great first impression.

Deacon still thinks the Vault would make an ideal fallback hideout, even with the rows of corpsicles. The eerie blue glow and residents in cryosleep are pitched to Desdemona as enhancing the ambience, but the suggestion is soundly denied for the Vault's visibility. Even so, Deacon maintains a post outside, just in case one of those poor bastards stumbles out one day.

When Hancock inexplicably wakes up in the Vault after partying a little too hard, he immediately assumes he's still hallucinating- that, or he's been picked up by Zetans. It takes him hours of trying to pry the Sole Survivor's pod open in a hungover haze to finally give up, writing the place off as another of the Old World's many sins and decent subject matter for his next speech.

MacCready almost feels at home in the vast underground chambers of the Vault. Almost. No matter how convenient the Vault is as a last-ditch hideout, its residents creep him out too much to stay there for any real length of time. He tries his hardest to avoid their frozen stares, endlessly grateful that it's them in there and not him.

Valentine relates to the frozen Sole Survivor a little more than he'd like to admit. Two abandoned relics, used to serve a greater purpose and then thrown out like so much junk when they were done. He knows more than anyone what a harsh awakening they're going to have- if they do wake up. Every so often, he'll wander back to check on them, sharing a yarn about his latest case and watching for any progress. On the day that pod does unseal, he'll be there to lend a helping hand... but until then, all he can do is maintain a file. It's one hell of a cold case.

Piper feels a little guilty that her first thought is how good of a story this will make. 'Pod people slumber among us', maybe? She doesn't want to risk the Sole Survivor's life by touching anything, but maybe if she spreads the word someone out there will be able to help them. That's how she justifies it to herself, anyway- now if only there was some concrete link to the Institute she could work in...

Preston has been surveying the area around Sanctuary for potential threats to the burgeoning settlement... and he still isn't entirely sure that this doesn't count as one. It takes a moment to line up the resident registry with the names on Sanctuary's rusted-out mailboxes, but once he does, he has the Vault sealed up again out of respect for those who came before. If he and his scant resources can't help them, he can at least let them rest in peace.

Strong hammers away at the pod to no avail before stomping off in a huff to seek his next victim somewhere else. Canned food clearly isn't his thing.

X6-88 is here for a routine checkup - nothing more, nothing less. Although the Director had been cagey about what exactly he wanted to be kept safe down here, there was nothing X6 wouldn't be prepared for... so he thought, at least. The sight of a person, frozen and contained, gives him a rare moment of pause and elicits an uncomfortable, involuntary comparison to the dormant synths rolling off the assembly line. Nevertheless, he makes sure the cryopod is still functional and returns home, all the while trying to forget their strange resemblance to the Director.

[rainbowbananamilkshake]

Why the Banana Splits would terrifying in real life: A Post

TW: Mentions of the Banana Splits Movie, Mild Swearing

(also don't take this post seriously, I'm just doing a silly-)

We've all heard about the Banana Splits movie released in 2019, yeah. A guilty pleasure to some and sacrilegious to others, the once relatively innocent quartet of goofballs were turned into zinger-slinging robotic serial killers a la Five Nights at Freddy’s. Personally, I found some of the cheesy elements of the film funny. But what isn't is how scary the Banana Splits are outside the B- horror flick, for an encounter with a Split in the flesh would be infinitely more dangerous than any robotic treat.

1. They're walking, talking animals.

Before we get into the good stuff, we have to start with the simple fact that the very existence of the Splits is terrifying. The Bananas may be portrayed as glorified circus clowns, but 4 animals that are not only smart enough to speak but smart enough to run a semi-successful band and drive is a concerning concept. Not to mention Fleegle's knack for creating very complex machines, some capable complex thought (see Cuckoo and Vac), time travel and actual magic at times.

2. Fleegle's ""Gavel"" and how it's used.

If you are someone who is somewhat interested in the og Banana Splits, you know that Fleegle has a large gavel used to call meetings to order. Ignoring how the "gavel" from the children's show is significantly larger than the "hammer" from the gore filled horror production, the gavel is usually seen shaking the room it's used in. Despite how obviously heavy it must be, its main weilder can carry the assault charge on a stick with one hand. It has also been seen that Fleegle has hit himself and other band members with it at full force, and it has not caused broken bones/caved in skulls. This puts the strength and damage resistance of these lunatics in questions.

3. Snorky survives this.

In one of the episodes, Fleegle and company force the poor bastard into a fight with their rivals, The Sour Grapes Bunch (which could be their own post on how bad they are, but that's for another day). This ends quickly in Snorky being flattened like a pancake. Instead of being very dead, Snorky pops up like a cork and beats the utter shit out of Fleeg and Drooper, with Bingo escaping out of sheer luck. This doesn't even tackle how a character said to be a baby elephant in some BS media took down at least 2 consistently adult men.

4. Drooper can run faster than a train.

In the end of a Super Drooper segment, Drooper is pushed into the tracks of the oncoming train and thankfully outruns it. The average running speed of a human is 6-8 miles per hour. The average speed of a locomotive is 20-60 miles in the 70s, but can go into the hundreds today. Keep in mind that this wasn't a close shave ethier. He was several feet away from the train, only remaining on the tracks out of mindless, comedic panic.

5. Ogre / other monsters

Ogre is a feral dog that leaves underneath the floorboards in the Banana Pad. He has canonically murdered and eaten several people. There's also a terrible purple hand that torments Fleegle sometimes.

6. Bingo survives the vacuum of space / Drooper can breathe underwater.

In The Magic Machine, Bingo gets flung out of a spaceship and into deep space. (On his birthday too, damn-) Instead of dying like 5 times over, he just lives, chilling like a villain. He even describes the vast void as cold and airless, yet it doesn't even phase him. His ass lights on fire and doesn't notice until his boss calls it out. The terrifying metallic arm that tosses him into the void tickles him. He is truly a madlad.

In other news, Drooper is tossed into the ocean by pirates. He soon comes up, not for trivial stuff such as oxygen, but because of his crippling claustrophobia.

(Continuing this later)

[madsfrank]

This isn't a request or anything just some thought sharing but I-

I'm kinda obsessed with the thought of Sole going to the glowing sea all alone. They couldn't possibly ask anyone else to come there with them, not when they know the risks. So they go alone. One night they and their companion go to sleep only for the companion to wake up alone with a note (or a holotape) next to them explaining where Sole had went, what they planned to do.

Sole knows it's near suicide to go there, alone or not, they won't let anyone but themselves to take that risk

The synths and robots aren't immune to deathclaws, the rest are at risk of radiation poisoning and deathclaws, and frankly they don't want to risk Hancock going feral just because they dragged him in there, so they go alone

Maybe the companions go after them only for them to get to the edge of the sea just as Sole is coming back

DONT MAKE MY CRY. 😭😭

No, I absolutely agree with this idea. I’ll add that sole knows they have been exposed to the least amount of radiation. They have the best chance of walking out alive.

Now, the question is, does sole wear power armor? I’m gonna go with they do…cause it’s suicide in game if you don’t, lol.

Anyways…(idc if it’s not a request you’re getting your damn reaction lol)

Not including cods or strong or any of those guys bc this is more of a romance prompt sooo.

X6 also isnt included because he wouldn’t have met sole yet…so…

• Cait

Waking up…feeling that emptiness beside her that she was so used to…sole’s absence didn’t even alert her at first. She was so used to being alone.

Now, frantically, she searched around their shred room in sanctuary, before finding a holotape hidden between some detective cases on sole’s personal desk.

When she heard…in sole’s own voice say not to follow them…and that they love her…her breathing became shallow and fast.

Screw what sole says, they aren’t leaving her behind.

(Basically running like the flint Lockwood meme) she makes it to the edge of the Glowing Sea. She forgot most of her gear and was basically just clutching a few bags of radaway

Looking beyond the mess of fog and broken trees, she sees a massive form…

…more specifically the shape of power armor.

“Sole! You bastard!”

She’s crying as sole steps out of the power armor…collapsing onto the ground…coughing up blood and gasping for air.

She gladly tosses Sole all of her Radaway…basically pouring it down their throat.

When sole wakes up…against a tree nearby..Cait is punching their arm…asking them why…why they would leave alone…that there could have been another way.

Sole knows the truth though, it had to be them.

• Curie

In her new body…she was so used to sleeping next to sole…feeling their warmth…now gone suddenly.

She jolts awake, quickly feeling herself go cold…even colder when she saw the private note written to her.

She figured as much, she calculated it. They were gone…most likely out there…suffering or even…dead.

Quickly, she gathered a supply of stimpacks and radaway from their shared home and took off towards the Glowing Sea.

…seeing them…at the edge of the sea…collapsed next to a suit of power armor…she thought it might have been too late.

She wasn’t strong enough to draw them away by herself so she utilized the power armor

Once out of the danger zone, she began stimming them and inserting the Radaway into their veins.

Hearing them cough and moan in pain nearly broke her heart. She payed on top of them in exhaustion, having rested for the first time since she set out for them.

Sole will drag their arm over her form…thinking about all the pain they just put her through and having to remember that there was no other way.

…the only other way would’ve meant losing her.

And they just couldn’t risk that.

• Danse

Danse is a military man. Waking up alone had never bothered him before.

He didn’t wake up immediately. When he did awake, he didn’t even put together that sole had went to the Glowing Sea

But that damn holotape…

He wasn’t sad…he was angry…he could’ve grabbed a suit and followed him

He’s a damn synth he should be able to handle more radiation. He should…he…

“SHIT”

Danse grabs a supply bag for himself and for sole before leaving their homestead.

The trek was long…but Danse prayed it wouldn’t be too long.

Reaching the edge of the glowing sea…he saw them. Their damn near lifeless form nearby a suit of tattered power armor

A deathclaw had gotten to it

“God no…no no no…sole…”

He easily carried them out of the irradiated area and into an abandoned home…laying them on a bed full of dried blood.

He felt them breathing and instantly got hit with adrenaline…he quickly gave them Stimpacks and Radaway. Then, he just sat nearby in silence and prayed silently to whatever deity would listen.

When they awoke..he’d be right there…his eyelids heavy but soles safety was much more important.

He’d never watch them die…never…not like this…

…he knew it would always be him first.

• Deacon

Being alone for so long…he wondered why he woke up so fast…noticing the warmth next to him gone.

“Christ, no”

He already knew though. He already knew…even without the handwritten note next to his pillow…

He couldn’t even bring himself to read it. He was so…upset? He basically threw it away.

He didn’t even try to make sense of his emotions as he gathered a heap of railroad supplies to track them down with.

His mind was racing with thoughts he couldn’t make sense of the whole trip…they couldn’t just leave him like this…even if it WAS because they cared.

Coming to the edge of the sea…he spotted them.

They were covered in blood…power armor long abandoned.

He wasn’t a hugger, but literally forced them into his arms…not even caring about how heavily irradiated they were.

Pulling them against him and out of the Glowing Sea, he applied what he brought with him…bringing them out of their pain and suffering.

“Don’t ever do that again…I…Dez…someone could have helped you…don’t leave me behind here.”

Sole had to go though…they knew they had the best chance…and they could risk loosing the only man in this whole damn wasteland with hope.

The only man…who they loved.

• Gage

“Shit…”

He already knew when he woke up.

He knew sole was a damn hard head and this just proved it…

“Leaving alone to protect some damn raider?” He said aloud as he read sole’s note to him.

He was pissed that sole would not take him with them…he could have protected them…

It’s not even worth it to go out there alone…there has to be another way…there just had to be…

He’d gather up a few supplies before storming off…prepared to give sole a earful

However…when he found them…laying in the dirt face down…his expression shifted.

“Shit…hey, boss?”

He’d soon try to focus on their faint breathing before hurriedly giving them Stimpacks and Radaway to ease their pain.

He then prop them up and take them in a tight grip

“Sole, you idiot…let me go with you…I’m just a raider…I’m expendable…your not”

Sole would shush him before trying to convince him that it had to be them…

But sole knew Gage would never believe them…because sole knew that gage really cared…

…maybe he was the only one that did.

• Hancock

Hancock’s late-night jet trip kept him asleep well after sole left.

Waking up, he didn’t register the fact they had gone. When it did though..he felt more hurt than when he started becoming a ghoul.

The holotape only made things worse.

Gathering up what little supplies they kept within their home, he took as much as he could carry and began the not-too-far hike to the Glowing Sea.

They were collapsed against a tree…breathing shallow enough they could have been mistaken as dead.

Luckily they were already out of the high amounts of radiation.

He gave them much needed care, as much as a man like him could figure out how to do without needing an actual doctor.

“Don’t you dare do that to me again, sunshine. Now I’ve gotta haul your ass to a doctor”

Truthfully, he understood why they left without him…he could go feral.

But that doesn’t mean they should have gone alone.

Sole had never been happier to see him, but they felt that familiar pang of guilt. They knew they had to be the one…so why…why did seeing hancock’s expression hurt them so much?

After a while of Hancock just holding them close, he looked up at them:

“Your the only damn thing I care about…don’t go taking off on me now”

There was that smile…that damned smile

And soon, all their pain felt small again.

• Maccready

Maccready was a very, very light sleeper. Duncan being young and his past trauma made sure of that.

It’s a wonder he didn’t catch sole climbing out of bed before they left…but seeing as how well they knew him…they also knew how to stay quiet.

He played that damn holotape on loop and could believe anything that he was hearing.

“S-sole?”

He felt…hurt and..betrayed? He didn’t know.

He was always open with how he was willing to walk to the ends of the earth with sole.

But…he knew in his heart that they were more well equipped…

“Don’t think like that!”

Shaking off the fact that they may have been right to go alone, he gathered supplies and began his own way to the glowing sea…and being a traveler himself…made it in record time.

…oh god…

They were covered in blood and laying at the edge of the Sea.

He didn’t know a damn thing about wound-tending…and he all he could think about was how they were gonna die…how it was gonna be Lucy all over again and then he’d be alone…

His mind found his hands already getting to work on half-assedly patching the love of his life up. Hitting them with Stimpacks and Radaway as needed.

His eyes would lock with theirs:

“Don’t do this to me, beautiful…don’t you dare…I..”

Sole would shush him and draw him into a hug. Holding him tight and near sobbing into his shoulder.

“Never again…never..don’t do that, sole”

But sole would do it., again and again, if it meant keeping Mac out of danger.

• Nick

They had stayed over at the agency, Nick had awoken in the middle of the night, per usual as he really didn’t sleep…only to find them gone.

The handwritten note…

Oh boy…just them he knew what happened

“Trying to protect an old bot like me, huh?”

It’s not like he could very well be upset, he’d have done it for them…he was…going to do it for them.

Deathclaws ran wild out in the Glowing Sea…and he knew sole was just trying to protect them as they had the only set of power armor.

However, Nick was worried, very worried. So, he gathered up supplies from Ellie and took of to the Glowing Sea.

When he made it to the edge of the green-hazed air, he saw sole limping back through the thick fog.

“Sole! Over here!” Nick called, praying they would hear.

They did hear.

Nick then would catch them in his arms…not minding the blood from their clawed leg on his coat.

He gently applied a Stimpack followed by his Radaway supply.

“Don’t you go getting yourself killed. I’ve been out here a lot longer, I would have gone instead of you.”

Sole just nods into his shoulder, smiling.

Nick meant it too, he’d do anything for sole.

• Piper

Piper was used to sleeping with one eye open. This was because of Nat. If something ever happened to her…Piper would be listening.

So it’s no surprise that she felt sole’s absence in their shared bed.

“Blue…?”

She’d call sole’s name to no response and would quickly become frantic.

“Blue…where are ya blue?”

Again…no response. That’s when she’d find the holotape and play it.

“No…”

Without thinking she’d grab the supplies she had available and would make her way to the Glowing Sea…hoping she would make it in time.

Upon reaching the edge of the green hellhole, she’d see sole, decked out in the remaining pieces of power armor.

Sole would basically fall out of the suit upon seeing the familiar red trench coat. However, the were to weak to stand and embrace her.

Piper would do the rest. Giving sole need medical care and telling them that they were safe.

“Don’t do that to me…please…you and Nat are all that I have left”

Sole knew it wouldn’t be the last time they pulled something stupid…after all, they had a son to find and someone to protect.

• Preston

Preston wakes up at the crack of dawn pretty much so he quickly would realize sole’s absence… and immediately knew why they were gone.

Preston is a very emotionally open man with sole and sole alone. So he actively discussed the trip to the glowing sea with sole the night before.

This was all to sole brushing off the question with “we can talk about it later”

He knew that they didn’t want him to worry about him…but he did worry…in fact he was rather upset that they had up and left…leaving only a note behind explaining what they planned on doing.

He’d silently curse, leaving sanctuary with all the supplies he could muster as he headed out into a cold, early morning

Along the trip, he began to think about his emotions…he was upset and worried, yes, but…

Anyone else would have made him go…the settlers would have…but sole…

They cared.

Upon reaching the wide open area before the Glowing Sea…he saw sole tending to their broken power armor

They would greet him…before coughing and nearly collapsing.

To that, Preston would apply Stimpacks and Radaway.

“Sole…babe…I know you want to keep me safe and I’m so..very grateful for that…for you…but please, next time, wake me at least?”

Sole agreed to his surprising light terms with tears in their eyes.

Preston knew sole, they weren’t gonna stop caring. They needed to do everything they could to find their son…he just hoped next time the would communicate better.

[innome0]

Ya know what

While I'm at it leme drag yall into the rabbit hole with me

Today I shall introduce you to Metal cardbot, it's a Korean show very similar to transformers (alien robots planet get destroyed and they end up on earth tho it wasn't intentional)

Its pretty chill with alot of cool designs and fun fights too

You get to watch alien robots get domesticated and poke balled

Its amazing

Leme show you some of the characters :D

This is sky gallop she's so freaking badass

She's beauty she is grace

shadow X, he's a professional hater and I love him, man saw a child and decided to ruin his day

Fleta Z

Id die for him

Blastrain, he has a small android version of himself that drives him

Buffalo crush

Got a nail stuck in his butt, got nail pulled out by random lady then a sticker slapped on it then got slapped on the hand and taught manners then given food

First feral cat to be fully domesticated by someone else

Red blitz

Got bit in the ass

Freaking deserved it

I love him

But feel free to bully this bastard

Blue cop

A single mom who works 2 jobs

So sweet yet can't catch a break

Can make coffee

He bald

Tho technically aren't they all

There are so many other characters that I wana add but this will become too long

Anyways I really recommend checking this show out, so far there is only 2 seasons (s2 almost done) and eps are 11mins long so it's a quick watch :D

[detective-inspector-her]

Left Behind AU Incorrect Quotes Part 2 (Because I have way too much fun with these and they help me gather my thoughts on dynamics.)

Valkyrie, to Dexter: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Dexter, motioning to himself and Saracen: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Valkyrie: Dexter, keep an eye on Saracen today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Dexter: Sure, I’d love to see Saracen get punched. Valkyrie: Try again. Dexter, sighing: I will stop Saracen from getting punched.

Saracen, trying to adopt Valkyrie: Would you like to stay for dinner? Dexter: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Valkyrie, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Dexter, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Saracen: what the fuck are you guys doing? Valkyrie: playing systemic oppression

Valkyrie: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Dexter: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Valkyrie: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Saracen: edible

Valkyrie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Dexter: Several traffic violations. Saracen: Three counts of resisting arrest. Tanith: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Gordon: Also, that’s not our car.

Valkyrie, trying to convince Gordon to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong! Dexter: And loud! Saracen: And grumpy! Tanith: And oblivious to reality! Gordon:

Valkyrie: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Dexter: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Saracen: I recorded the dumb stuff. Tanith: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Gordon: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Valkyrie: You kidnapped Dexter? That’s illegal! Saracen: But Valkyrie, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Dexter, or destroying our dreams? Valkyrie: Kidnapping Dexter, Saracen!!! Tanith: Valkyrie, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them! Valkyrie: What, to kidnap people?!?! Tanith: To work together! Valkyrie: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?! Gordon: Valkyrie, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

Valkyrie: Bye Dexter! Bye Saracen! Bye Tanith! Bye Gordon! Bye Dexter! Saracen: You said ‘bye Dexter’ twice. Valkyrie: I like Dexter.

Valkyrie: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Dexter: 'Prettiest Smile' Saracen: 'Nicest Personality' Tanith: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Gordon: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Valkyrie: Good morning. Dexter: Good morning. Saracen: Good morning. Tanith: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Gordon: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Valkyrie: What’s something you guys are better than Dexter at? Saracen: Mario Kart. Tanith: Yeah, video games. Gordon: Emotional vulnerability.

Valkyrie: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Dexter: Tubular AF! Saracen: Mood to the max! Tanith, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Gordon, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

Valkyrie: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Dexter: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Valkyrie: Three of us saw it, Dexter. How do you explain that? Dexter: *points at Saracen* Sleep deprivation. *points at Tanith* Paranoia. *points at Gordon* Delusional personality disorder.

Valkyrie: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Dexter: Rude. Saracen: That’s fair. Tanith: Not again. Gordon: Are you going to want this back?

Valkyrie: Go to Hell Skulduggery, tearing up: I wish I could

Valkyrie: This is such a bad idea. Skulduggery: Then why are you coming along? Valkyrie: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Valkyrie: They don't make them like me no more. I'm the last of my kind. Skulduggery: Thank god.

Valkyrie: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Skulduggery: …All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

[unearthlyfromage]

I wanna know more about this Origin guy. What's his deal? Why's the whole group thing there? What do they do? My running theory is that Origin is our feral bastard's brother. Am I right?

Hello! Origin is the second major character in the fic, and a very multifaceted one at that. I can't get into much but his goals are ultimately very simple - find out what's causing these murders, and find his brother. As for the group as a whole, he's a part of a group that specializes in finding twin sets. In the multiverse, it's not too uncommon to see worlds where both Stan and Ford went through the portal (it feels rare to us, but one thing to remember is that every action spawns a different universe, regardless of how small. This creates a lot of copies of worlds which makes lots of copies of the twins) and it's not uncommon for them to be separated by whatever means. This group, the FMS (abbreviation for Find My Stan) specializes in helping them find their twins and sending them on their way.

Origin started the group when he realized that everyone hes met had a common goal, and it spiraled from there. He's not THE leader, but he is A leader, the other leaders being R (R is his nickname, because he's a Ford that's a robot) and two others you've yet to meet. Trangenderstan's answer; His deal is that he's utterly fucked up. He and his acquaintances have an organization that deals with certain violent crimes they believe are perpetuated by one person. Origin believes he might know more about that person than the rest

Other than that i can't really say much yet. You'll have to wait and see. One thing is for certain - he's the second protagonist of this story

[metalhands-softheart]

decide i should probably make one of these just so people know what they're in for

hi this is my blog for selfshipping/general archetype love, going to be a lot of art of characters i kin and their beloveds, if you're sensitive to sharing f/os please depart from my blog because I don't want that drama

current list of sweeties:

- sunday (problematic husband)

- neuvillette (dragon wifesband)

- kaeya (sneaky bastard husband)

- argenti (beloved knight)

- aventurine (gamblewifey)

- ayato (sweet lotus boyfie)

- kaveh (kibby husband)

- clorinde (hunter husband)

- capitano (big heart knight)

- luocha (mysterious merchant wife)

- joker / Akira (murderhusband)

- crow / akechi (murderhusband making out with him)

- caelus (baseball bat boyfie)

- arlecchino (grill dad husband)

- Lady Maria (hunter husband 2)

- pharma (robot doctor husband)

- diluc (sweetheart bird spouse)

- Kevin hi3 (feral dog husband)

- loki [agents of asgard] (chaos trickster husband)

theres probably more I cant think of right now but I would suggest you steer clear of this blog if you have any hard attachments to them (no malice here)

if other characters show up frequently on this blog it's because I'm a kinnie please don't leave thirst comments for them on my posts/reblogs thank you

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Thinking back about infected moon reminds me of his dynamic with infected monty and I just- it’s so funny to me.

All the infected robots are intimidated by infected moon as he has quite a temper and generally is ominous and deeply unsettling. While infected monty is also a lil bit intimidated by the guy, his go to reaction instead of avoiding him like the others is metaphorically poking him with a stick. Once he’s deemed he is in fact a feral bastard and that he’s into that shit, he proceeds to hit on him aggressively.

[izolyn]

Streaming SRW 30 at 8:30pm EST with @possessedscholar!

We have obtained FERAL BASTARD MAN and also MAGICAL GIRLS. Unfortunately, that means it's now time for a less-good magical robot isekai. Fortunately, it's also almost time for Code Geass! And also that one anime that ships guns with swords or something.

[rotomblr-kaiya]

😈

My birthday came early it seems. I can get carried away all I want and now Owen responded? Oh what a treat, what a treat.

>By the way, you, the coward anon.

Hmm, pretty sure I sign my name on all my messages. Seems like in addition to being politically incorrect, you're too dumb to figure out my name lol.

>I am a champion, I just let the Toothpaste so I could train more, gain more power.

"I am an ex-champion." There, I fixed it for you! Thank me later. :) Oh also, we ignoring the part where you got flattened by Diana? Pretty sure how this worked is that she left and let...mouth hygiene be in charge? Man, what are you on about?

>Yet, you are quite upseting.

Good, good. I hope I am. Let the disappointment flow through you. Also please spell "upsetting" correctly. You're pretty xenophobic towards foreigners yet you're worse than them at your own language? L.

>trying to help the weak.

Help them become strong, yes. Thought having strong people around was what your mindset was all about, hmm?

>trying to insult me with my father.

If you want to leave your father out of this, don't brag about him. Simple.

>trying to soften Kayia?!

Have you even looked at her? Seen how she is? It's called happiness, something you clearly wouldn't understand, you elitist bastard. (When the hell are you gonna notice how much you've messed her up as well...)

>I got my eyes on you, you're lucky to be hidden behind an anon.

Ohohoho! Yes, yes, yes. Good. I hope you do. It's good if you do. The longer you go sleuthing for who I really am, the more time you spend not harassing the poor students and the less time you have to prepare yourself and train for matches.

Oh, and if you stop looking for me?

I'll start finding more ways to dismantle your team so more students can stand up to you, so come and get me, ex-champion!

(Oh and Kaiya, can I have a list of names that Owen has called and harassed your friends with? Just asking. Totally not going to use it for something.)

-Trea

p.s. thank you, Kai, for standing up for me. I think I can take it from here. :)

//Being an absolute troll here. Shoutout to my online friend Chris (pseudonym) since it seems I have subconsciously gained his sarcastic and snarky traits (in addition to some...trollish tendencies 😈).

I don't even need to say anything. Trea's got this.

Oh and here:

(Things Owen has called my friends)

Weakling

Loser

Nobody

Freak

Runt

Waste of time

Waste of space

Zorua

Gay

Dyke

F-slur

R-slur

Four-Eyes (Anyone with glasses)

Cheater (Gwyn... and Diana actually)

Blue gumball bitch (Gwyn)

Fatty (Angel)

Pecharunt (Kieran)

The t-slur (Kieran)

Wild pokemon/feral creature/zoura/anything along these lines (Kieran)

Toothpaste (Drayton)

Dickweed (Drayton)

Teacher's pet (Lacey)

The n-word, hard r (Amarys)

Robot (Amarys)

Hormonal bitch (Carmine)

[thebl00dmaster]

Limbus Tamers

The limbus brainrot is terminal and digimon has been worming its way back so why not combine the two together. I’m not the biggest Digimon nerd (mainly watched some Adventure, 02 and Tamers and played Digimon world 3 and Cybersleuth) so I’ve been using Wikimon to help with the evolution lines, while  yes I could just mix and max anything I tried to use Digimon that actually evolve into one another.

I may do another one with Dante, Charon and Vergilius plus any Sinner I want revisit. So onward to my dubious picks!

For Yi Sang I chose this line mostly for his desire to have wings and his association with crows. Plus Yatagaramon is cool.

For Faust I focused on her witch imagery, what with her base E.G.O. giving her a broom and her codename being Walpurgisnacht, and her vast knowledge with Impmon being a stand in for Mephistopheles (I know Mephismon exist I already had settled on witchmon and needed a rookie). AncientWisemon could have gone to Yi Sang since he invented the mirror we use to pull the gacha but it still have that sorcerer vibe.

For La Creatura I settled for the Guilmon line mostly because Gallantmon/Dukemon, being a Royal Knight, fitted with her knightly delusions and also because I remember Guilmon going feral at some points in Tamers. Plus if we go for Dark Digivolutions,when Don completely snaps she could go down the Megidramon (or even ChaosDukemon) route similarly to Takato.

I hesitated a bit with Ryoshu so I ended doing both ideas: I kinda cobbled this one together trying to concile her ties to fire (her E.G.O inflict burn,the “cooking” of the Kebab and that one picture of her burning everything using as her steed) and art with Etemon being a singer and Piedmon being a clown (and circus artist in general).  Plus the Dark Master have throwing knives/swords. 

This one was more was more based on her swordplay and the fact she’s ... ok maybe not “honourable” but she’d rather not do it the “coward’s way”, she straight up refused to disguise herself during the casino heist and wanted to face the Shi assassin head on in Canto IV. So Musyamon popped into my mind and then went up the evo line to try and keep the samurai/ronin theme and Kunemon is here because I couldn’t use Kotemon as it doesn’t digivolve into Musyamon. 

Mr Salt got the Andromon line because he’s very robotic at times, a cog in the machine if you will, plus he is a tank of a man so Guardromon fits well. Also I thought it would be funny if somehow the machine Digimon ended up being more prone to make judgements than its human partner. 

I didn’t know where to go with Hong Lu, I tried with the Devas and little more with Lopmon’s line then I saw QueenChessmon and went “Chess is pastime for hoity-toity rich folk and Hong Lu is a rich boy” and went from there. Not really satisfied but it just clicked in the moment. ... If Hong Lu is playing some 5d chess with us I SWEAR TO -

Another double feature with the other sinner with double seats privilege ... this was completely incidental. This one is based on the brutish side of Heathcliff though Ogremon can be cunning as can our angry british. Titamon is also connected to revenge (specifically against the Olympos XII) so it fits as well. I know Rebellimon doesn’t digivolve to Titamon but fuck it ! I didn’t want Digitamamon on here and that’s the only exception I made, I just wanted to keep mean green demon all the way.

This one came frame from a flash about Telepole Heathcliff and since He’s a bastard I couldn’t him give a regular Gabumon.

I just had to give Fishmael a Whamon because of Moby Dick. As for the rest: I picked Gomamon because I thought it’d be funny to have a laid back partner with how rigid she can be; Dolphmon to transition between Gomamon and Whamon and Plesiomon because it’s a traditional Mega for Gomamon alongside Vikemon.

I must admit being stumped and just going “Waifumon go !”. Might revisit her with a more fitting line sometime.

For Sinclair at first I wanted to give him an avian line then stumbled upon Tsukaimon digivolving into Pidmon and went “time to go the angel route” as a spin on Patamon. Outside of MagnaAngemon (and Angewomon for that matter) I tried not to use Adventure/02 digimon. I picked Dominimon but hesitated between it, ClavisAngemon and SlashAngemon.

For Outism I first wanted to have an Olympos XII member then wondered whether or not there was a trojan horse digimon, Lo and behold there was ! As for the rest I worked my way down : Cherrymon being a duplicitous tree (he tried to manipulate Yamato during the Dark Master arc) fit Outis being suspicious, kiwimon is kind of a filler pick and Alraumon is a fake Palmon. 

Finally for Gregor I picked the Wormmon line though with some changes. I chose Snimon instead of Stingmon to harken to G Corp Gregor and while there’s a roachmon I felt it was too on the nose. As for Bloomlordmon I hesitated with going with GranKuwagamon or HeraclesKabuterimon but leaned more on this one mainly to distance a bit from bugs since Gregor has two plant based E.G.O.

That should be it for now.

[atombonniebaby]

WIP Weekend

Thanks to @theartofblossoming for the tag!

Tagging fellow creatives (no obligations here either!): @druidgroves @fallout-new-mudkip @galaxycunt @just-another-wasteland-merc @maccreadysbaby @perfectlypreservedpie @sassenashsworld @sirmanmister @willinglyghoulified

As for me? My Dudes, she's been writing! (and procrastinating said writing by playing fo4 and making screenshots!)

So here's an update on MacBeth!

Been smoothing out the timeline! Trying to take my time to get the pacing right! [I'm excited because it's getting meaty and falling into place...it's getting chonky!!]

Coming up:

Enter Mayor MacCready (Sim Settlements 2 makes this a reality, btw!)

Mac's past as a Gunner comes back to bite him. (Featuring Quincy and Sunglasses)

A wee bit o romance to fix up (and bewilder) a lonesome merc

Mac steps up big-time (MM stuff, SS2 cast come in, and I love 'em!)

Some more angst (okay, most of it is probably angst.)

Winter is Coming...and it bringeth the Feral Hordes (I apologize in advance, Mac!)

Thar be an imposter among us...

Responsibility weighs heavily...Guilt be crippling!

(Oh look, this is roughly where I originally started this fic like a rookie!)

To follow: A bunch of other stuff I've been cooking up over the year (Expect Reunions, Lamplighters all grown up, more bad jokes, heartache, and (I hope) big reveals.)

For Now:

Here's a scene from an upcoming 3 chapter story arc.

Since Duncan was featured in my posts this week, I found myself revisiting the flashback that leads to the moment Mac makes the promise to his son. The full rewrite will now reveal the identity of 'The Stanger.'

The Promise

Awakening to Duncan’s demands for attention, he’s alone, and RJ bristles, the faint smell of newborn mingling with the antiseptic of the surgery overwhelming. After a minute of psyching himself up, he bundled the screeching infant into his arms and moved for the door, hoping to find some bleeding heart to ease his headache—he didn't get that far. 

Goddammit, the little shit had to stop crying, didn’t he? Trying to ignore the feel of Duncan's small fingers curling around his, he shrugs off the comforting pull of the bundle of warmth in his shaking arms and cradles his son close, sinking back into the chair, the fingers on his free hand clinging to Lucy’s. It's the first moment of peace in days, a fleeting respite, and it’s too much. His steely exterior cracks, and the quiet, simmering tears spill over.

RJ cleared his throat as the airlock opened, and a nurse walked in—about dang time!  She’s young and smiley. Her brown hair was neatly braided underneath a funny hat with a green cross. He wondered if Lucy would wear one if she became a nurse. "You okay, love?" She looked him over, sweetly, caring like—handing him a rag.

Oh, fuck off! He was not crying! "Yeah—Just the damn dust!" his nose wrinkled, and MacCready hoped his smile was convincing.

"You want to have a go, or shall I take him?" She held up a bottle.

"I can do it!" he said a little too enthusiastically. “I don't want him to start crying again. My head is already splitting." 

He took the bottle she handed him—that stuff gets expensive. There was no point in letting it get cold, sitting and arguing about it.

"Need me to show you?" the nurse said with a hand on her hip and a smug glint in her eye. 

She probably thought he'd need help because he's a guy or something—he was feeding his son to spite her! "I can manage...thanks," he grumbled. "Not my first time feeding a Little.”  

He hated himself for smiling at how Duncan enthusiastically gripped that bottle. He was supposed to be angry at him, but as he suckled the bottle, RJ looked—really looked at him, those warm browns blinking back—the little bastard, that was all it took.

"Kid has her eyes," RJ sputtered, wiping his nose. "Damn, dust—don't you guys have cleaning robots around here?" 

He accepted the rag this time, laughing through the tears seeping through. The nurse gave his shoulder a light squeeze and a knowing look, and she grinned all toothy at him before disappearing back through the airlock.

"You see how she looked at us, kid?" he scoffed, brows pinching as he wiped the tears from his face. 

"You know, I bet your mumma is gonna freak the fu–agh—" MacCready furrowed his brows as he looked over the innocent bundle in his arms. "Freak the frick out when she meets you." The stranger's voice was a dull drone, a gnawing Rad Rat in the back of his mind. 

"I didn't mean to yell at you, a'right?" his head shook, smiling. “She is the one that keeps me level-headed. She'd kick my ass—for fuck…nope....uh-uh—"

MacCready cleared his throat, steeling himself before continuing. "She'd beat my butt if she heard me talk to you like that. So, how about we don't tell her, huh? Do you promise to keep this between us, two MacCready boys?

Duncan fidgeted through his swaddle. Big eyes focused on him. "Yeah?" MacCready chuckled, playing with his son's feet beneath the blanket. "Then, I promise to get my shit–oh, for fuck sake!" he took another deep breath that exhaled as a laugh.

"Maybe I should start with a swear jar..."

[pansexualkiba]

"Midoriya!" Kaminari exclaimed, rushing around the corner and pulling Midoriya away from the Mona Lisa, "Thank god we found you." He panted, then implored, "We need your help."

"Jesus Christ, are you serious?! Again?!" Midoriya exclaimed, "Are we really doing this again?!"

"Doing what?" Bakugou asked, "We haven't even said what this is about."

Midoriya smacked his lips. "Okay, let me guess. You are here because you need me to be a member of some sort of squad that you have formed for some random competition in which you are going up against another group of teens who are remarkably similar to you in both number and personality," Midoriya took a deep breath, "And in which my robotic arm will play some sort of pivotal role in our victory, yes?" He summarized the past year or so at U.A. High.

Kaminari and Bakugou exchanged looks, and Kaminari squeaked out, "Nnno… That's, not what we were gonna ask."

"Well then, by all means, Denki, what is it you needed my help with?"

Kaminari hesitated, then slowly said, as if embarrassed, "We need you to… Join our modeling team for the L'Oreal International Junior Modeling Tournament so that we can beat the French squad that have vowed to destroy us."

"For the love of God, Kaminari!" Midoriya groaned, "You realize we do this every few months, right?! I mean, get a new fucking gimmick, dude!"

"Oh, whatever the fuck, Midoriya!" Kaminari screamed, "Do we need to sit here and argue for the next eight minutes, or can we just agree that you're gonna join the squad for some perverse food request and/or random pooping privilege?"

Midoriya thought it over. "Yeah, yeah, we can work the details out later." He agreed, calmly walking over to join Kaminari. "I'm in."

"Great." Kaminari nodded as Bakugou left to approach the Mona Lisa.

"You know me." Midoriya smiled.

Bakugou approached Aoyama, who was admiring the Mona Lisa. "Hey, Aoyama~"

"Hello, Katsuki." Aoyama said, surprised to see his self-proclaimed best friend at the Louvre.

"Sooooo, have you gone to visit your parents yet?" Bakugou asked conversatorily, "I'd love to meet them! In fact, I'd love to see where you were born." Bakugou stepped forwards a little. "While we're at it, you have your passport on you? I'd love to see it."

"I am sorry, Katsuki," Aoyama apologized, "I left my passport at the, how do you say, hotel."

"Oh." Katsuki nodded. "How fucking convenient, Aoyama."

"Er, Katsuki?" Aoyama spoke up, wheeling out his baby from the crowd, "I'm actually trying not to curse in front of baby Katsuki, so if you could not, uhhhh-"

"Oh, I completely understand!" Bakugou exclaimed, "What words are you trying to avoid? Is it things like hell, damn, fuck, shit, bitch, cunt, ass, cock, dick, cockface, dickface, dickhead, dickwad, cocksmoker, cocksucker?"

Bakugou put a hand to his chin in thought. "What about words like tits, pussy, twat, snatch, clitface, cuntface, thundercunt, dipshit, douchebag, dumbass, dumbfuck, or dipshit?"

"I'm sure you're trying to avoid words like-" Bakugou leaned down to speak directly into baby Katsuki's face. "Bullshit, bastard, bitchtits, buttfucker, asshole, ass-hat, assclown, asswipe," Bakugou stood up straight again, "Jackass, shithead, shitface, and whore, right?"

"Are we counting words like piss, cum, cum-dumpster, and cum-guzzler?" Bakugou asked casually, attracting the attention of a pair of tourists.

"Uh-"

"Oh, goddamnit!" Bakugou fake-gasped, "I almost forgot fucker, fuckface, fuckstick, fuckwad, fuckboy, clusterfuck, and of course, motherfucker." Bakugou smiled like a feral chimpanzee as the tourists rushed away, scandalized. "Are these all the kind of words you're avoiding, Aoyama Yuuga?"

Aoyama slowly unfroze. "Uh, yes, I guess any of those, we are, uh, trying to stay away from."

"Okay, well, good luck with that," Bakugou shrugged before walking off to rejoin Kaminari and Midoriya.