#aamusedly

[meadowlarksabove]

Gabban didn't call ahead, but he'd like to book an appointment. @aamusedly

The subway lights flickered at times, and in those brief moments he saw the people around him as disordered shapes in the fabulous darkness, minds compacted into a single space, just as his life had been before the summoning. The hot, bewildering crowds of this city, both above and below the earth, were the closest thing to home he could hope to experience. Though his “followers” wished to bring the unity of the Flesh into the mortal realm, and promised his return to the collective, he could scarcely believe them capable of either of those things. Not when they were all sealed into these blood mounds, separated from each other as individuals. 

Besides, the horror and loneliness of being birthed had irrevocably changed him. How could something that couldn’t and shouldn’t have existed return to a place that couldn’t, shouldn’t have been opened? Was he even the same thing he’d been before? Gabban looked around himself, perhaps that was the reason he’d left his entourage five stops back. While he mostly enjoyed their company, a handful of people at his beck and call wasn’t enough to fill the gurgling void between his teeth. He needed to see the masses and have a taste of what he missed! 

They told him, often, that it wasn’t safe for him to be alone among the humans. His strangeness was infectious, and too apparent for comfort. Though he clearly knew how to appear human, it wasn’t nearly enough to make up for his behavior. 

But what would they know of safety? None of them had yet to notice the stalker in their midst, or the fact they had been followed all throughout the day. Their senses were nothing compared to his, yet they pretended to be his guardians all the same. 

Gabban felt the tongues inside his midsection wriggle, they were nearing the end of the line and there weren’t as many humans as when he had escaped his party. It would have been right to catch the opposite train and apologize on his return. They must have been so angry at him by now. So he stood up at the last stop and got onto the platform, knowing that all the while he was being watched by someone. He wasn’t sure if to fear this person, or what fearing them actually entailed, so used to being the consumer and never the consumed. It wasn’t in his nature to feel or think like prey. 

But weren’t his human guardians as close to prey as anything else in this weak and frivolous dimension? If he led a hunter back to their den of soft bodied mortals, what would happen exactly?

The lights of the next train rounded the corner of the tunnel, and though Gabban meant to get on it, he felt the urge to step back instead. A few steps then turned into a full walk towards the exit, until he’d altogether changed his plans on a whim. Perhaps having felt protectiveness for the very first time. 

Quickly, he rummaged through his pockets for change and made straight for the surface. If he knew this city the way he’d known every single cell of the Flesh, he could have easily disappeared out of sight or led the thing astray. But the deeper he ventured through the older part of town, the more Gabban felt he was falling in with something much greater. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was about to be greeted somehow, and that he in turn would say hello with a splendid smile.

[savingthrcw]

@aamusedly asked for a Lucy starter - warning: spoilers about the finale ahead.

It had taken Lucy a couple of days to feel like talking again: seeing her mother as a feral ghoul, learning that her father was behind that and Shady Sands, leaving Maximus behind, and everything else that Moldaver had told her was simply too much to digest. Everything about her life had been one lie after the other, or at least it felt that way. Still, there was a part of her that refused to believe there was only misery in this world: Norm had nothing to do with her father's choices and was waiting for her in the Vault, Maximus was still breathing, and there had to be hope for a better life now that cold fusion was active.

She was still quiet, besides a few words here and there to the Ghoul and to a few merchants they met on the road, but what truly snapped her out of her silent sadness was the dog, finally sitting close to her during a break to eat. It was a rather adorable animal when it wasn't consuming cockroaches, one she had only seen in old movies and journals, and she found herself rubbing his back, at first with caution but then more comfortably as the dog seemed all too happy to receive attention. See, hope.

"Did you hear what that merchant said this morning?" she piped up, but her voice sounded off to her own ears; a bit of forced enthusiasm there, in her attempt to stop feeling like she was still being kept underwater. "If all this energy reaches the laboratory, it may be able to clean irradiated water. Clean water should be in everyone's best interest and it's just on our way." People steered away from it because the place was 'infested by cockroaches and other things', the merchant had also said, but they had faced worse, and surely the Ghoul would also agree that drinking more dirty water would harm him as well as her. What she really wanted to ask him was how did he know her father exactly, and what had happened to his family, but Lucy knew she needed to talk a bit more about something else, anything, before she could take whatever awful answer he'd give her.

[thechipsaredown]

Semi-plotted starter for @aamusedly

Goodneighbor, what a perfect little shithole Six had found herself camping out in. The only way it could have gotten any better was if it was south of New Vegas rather than north of it. Although Six supposed the placement made perfect sense considering all the shit peoples mouths were running around these parts. Had Six been more temperamental, more unsteady she would've been liable to have gotten into a brawl by now.

For now she kept to herself as she remained outside, strategically positioned in the shade as she brought her canteen to her lips to savor the last few sips of her clean drinking water. The violent quiver in her left hand explained the several wet spots that decorated the front of her armor.

Normally she was sharper, more aware but today was a particularly difficult one. Even the light was agonizing, she felt as if mini nukes were blowing behind her eyes and she would give just about anything for it to stop. Instead of relief she found herself face to face with a ghoul as she lowered her canteen.

Six startled, her fingers tightening around her canteen as if she were going to use it as a makeshift weapon before she forced herself to relax just a smidge. Yet her muscles remained ever taunt, ready to strike at a moment's notice as she eyed him with bloodshot eyes. Not once did it occur to her that someone would look at her and see a possible troublemaker. A wanderer covered in blood with purple circles around their eyes often brought the promise of ill intentions and she fit that description to a tee, "what?"

[apocalypticmadman]

@aamusedly A cousin for Crow

Sephiroth hadn't seen the other Celestial since he had abandoned the bounty on his head for reasons he still questioned. Granted he wasn't a completely evil man but he wouldn't call himself good or merciful either.

He hadn't expected to see Crow ever again either. It was a massive universe and he had little reason to look for the other. But Crow was hard to mistake for one who was as aware of his surroundings as the swordsman was.

Sephiroth rarely used his inhuman abilities other than what aided him in a fight but that didn't stop him from being aware, at least dimly, of the minds around him. And Crow's was a glaring neon sign.

The question was, why was he here in this back corner of the universe on an even more obscure space station in the middle of no where. Sephiroth finished off his drink with sigh to himself. "You shouldn't be seen here."

[beginagaiin]

"The situation between my father and myself has not changed." -from Boone B)

Daddy Issues Sentences, Vol. 2

“Is there a situation between you and your father?” Bobbie’s brows furrowed. The sniper didn’t share much so surely he would remember if Boone had mentioned anything as personal as his parents.

[stxsis]

closed starter for @aamusedly's garrus.

Turians can't drink the same liquor that humans do, so when she pours their drinks, Shepard pours each glass from a separate bottle. Hers is two fingers of dark brown and his an equal measure of something that looks like melted down candy to the commander-- though she's seen bottles of this exact shade of blue lining bar shelves before. She judged its quality by the height on the shelf, same as she would a human drink, so by her math they were both drinking some fine whiskey she'd picked up from Aria's club. That only mattered insofar as it affected her friend's mood (maybe he shouldn't be drinking so soon after being blown up but she's no Chakwas), so she downed hers and waited for him to do the same.

"I need you to make me a promise, and you're not gonna like it." She says finally, reaching for the bottle to pour him another. Tattooed fingers slide his glass down the bar and she regards him with a look that could only be described as a tightly coiled spring ready to be sprung. "I told you when you woke up that I needed you even more because of Cerberus, but I feel the need to clarify a few things."

[ncrcouriersechs]

"I thought you were dead." From Boone!

How long had it been? A few weeks? Months? He didn't know - all he did know was that he entered that damned old drive in movie theater and he was sent into a new circle of hell. Robert knew he shouldn't have gone alone, but he did and now? He wasn't even sure what he could say to explain himself.

"Would you have liked that?" A simple question as he went to rub at the back of his head for a moment. "Better yet, would you even want to know where I was at?" Most likely not. Come to think of it, not even the great Robert Hobbs wanted to deal with that horse shit he was thrown into, but he came out of it. Far better than he ever expected - he just disliked major parts of it and that damned talking toaster.

"But yes, I am alive - thank you for your concern. I'm sure you really missed me."

( @aamusedly)

[mojavc]

starter for @aamusedly because we love pain

it had been about a week since the courier had disappeared from the mojave wasteland in a flash of blue light, vanished without a trace from the remnants of a dilapidated drive in. a week of uncharacteristic silence over the frequencies the followers could often expect to receive check-ins from sheila as she was out and about, a week of ed-e floating aimlessly back and forth in the lucky 38's presidential suite. it would be difficult to determine any emotional range from what some described as a floating mechanical beach ball, but the eyebot seemed almost antsy.

that was until the elevator door hissed open, at least. a few brief seconds of processing radar sensor data later, and ed-e makes a loud, pitched whine before speeding to greet the returned courier. she looks different this time. large bags under her eyes. pale. storm chaser hat still firmly on her head.

"ed-e-- ed-e shhh, i don't want anyone to see m-"

she's cut off by footsteps rounding the corner, those tired eyes lifting from the eyebot to fix on the sniper.

"...hi?"

[bubblybabins]

@aamusedly replied:

Elezar Krem wasn't particularly known for his bravery, but he was known for his dedication to alchemy-- which was why he was out in the ruined crags outside of Last Light collecting shadowy seed pods in a pouch. He wasn't far from light, and the little orb floating freely above his head said he knew better than to travel without it-- even if he was a drow. As such, despite the eerie darkness he still wore his ruby glasses and wide-brimmed hat, if only to block out the light of his own conjuring. Clearly foraging alone in the shadowlands kept the wizard high strung, because the moment Tabitha stepped close enough Elezar leaped to his feet, rigid. "Don't sneak up on--" "Oh." Crimson eyes widened behind his glasses as he stared down at the offered jar. "...Wait. Where did you get this? It's--" he reached out, long fingers resting momentarily against the glass, lightly as if he expected it to shock him. "...Goodness. It's still alive!"

Practically vibrating with excitement as he stared at the jar, Tabitha perfectly embodied pride within that moment. A dirtied nail tapped against the glass as the jar was lifted just a bit higher to give the drow a better look at the squirming specimen, "a girl has her ways."

Without thought, Tabitha flicked her tail as she leaned just a bit further, "do you like it?"

The question most certainly is not the most fitting one she could have asked. No one in their right mind liked the mindflayer parasites. Had she taken a moment to gather herself she would have been a bit more specific with her inquiry, she would have asked if he would have found it useful.

"I haven't got one myself so it was a bit more mellow before I brought it here," another aggressive shake has more disapproving shrieks coming out from the entity. Plenty of living creatures did not fare well in such conditions, but the tadpole didn't look any less for wear, "they sure don't mind being shaken though."

[silentshadowmancer]

@aamusedly for Devil

“Devil,” Seline quietly called out to her guest as soon as she stepped through the door. He had been staying with her for several days while he recovered from the car bombing that had been intended to kill him. It was odd for the dragoness to share her living space with anyone much less a man who had tried to kill her only weeks before. She had refrained from mentioning how vulnerable his knowledge of her aerie made her; his presence here displaying a level of trust that she hadn’t afforded anyone in decades.

It was probably a stupid move. She would likely regret it in the end but she needed his aid to ensure that she could survive long enough to regret something.

“I have some news regarding our enemy if you would care to hear it.”

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @aamusedly liked for a starter

Waterdeep was huge, the scope of this grand city was almost out of his scope. So many people piled on top of one another. One building collapsed and swaths of people would perish. It was an odd thing to think about, but all these walls didn't make him feel safer. Just caged.

But nonetheless, there he was in the heart of a city he could easily get lost in. In fact, he was lost. How did people know where they were going?! Well, at least the variety of people was so numerous and diverse that he wasn't getting too many stares. Gods above he thought he saw a few drow even, imagine that!

The tiefling looked down at the paper that brought him to this giant city in the first place. Some upstart wizard wanted someone brave enough to go get some magical trinket or something of the like for them to "study". Truth be told Raserei was sure it was just some stupid item they wanted to tout around that they have. A trophy of status because their magical capabilities weren't too great.

"Gods, how does one even find a place to piss in this city?!" he growled in frustration looking around because every damn tower in this city looked like a damn wizard's tower to him!

[vaultsuited]

@aamusedly

A huff, another crank of the wrench, and a final frustrated sigh as she pushed herself out from under the motorcycle. Wiping her hands clean of oil, she couldn't help but glare at the ground in front of her. That's when boots entered her vision. Glancing up, she paused before giving a smile.

" Didn't expect to see you here, Hancock. " Sanctuary was still in shambles, a wall being slowly erected around he main set of houses. Between her trips into the Institute for the Railroad, she found herself here, trying to keep these people safe.

" Sorry I'm all greasy. " Pushing herself up to stand, she put a hand on the bike's handle, leaning on it. " Trying to get my dad's old bike up and running. "

[beginagaiin]

✘ from Boone or Hancock!

Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.

Bobbie had just rolled out of bed to scrounge around the kitchen for something to eat, still in only his glasses and boxers. Someone should program a securitron cook now that people who actually ate food were living at the casino. Unfortunately, the job would likely fall to him since House had “more important” things to do.

He paused in the hallway and turned around to step back into his room, a confused frown on his face. First of all, there were guest beds in the presidential suite, so there was no reason for the colonial ghoul to be sleeping on his couch. Second, had he even let Hancock up?

[spottedperk]

@aamusedly (hancock) said:

“You look hungry.”

"You could say that." Boone had traveled for a while, and didn't know exactly how he ended up so much North of New Vegas. The ghoul speaking to him had a swagger to him, and he'd figured out quickly that the charming man of radiation was the leader.

He'd run into some refugees, and weary from the sun, he wasn't about to turn down any sort of help. The First Recon beret got him into some trouble at first, and he had to explain that he was no longer NCR, but overall the situation seemed to go well in his favor.

He was hungry, thirsty, and wanted a cigarette like nothing else. He had no remedies for any of these things, but was happy to be out of the overbearing heat for a short while.

[desertbled]

for @o-rusted-heart uwu

wahh the little hearts are so cute!!

i can definitely see valentine challenging wolf a LOT when it comes to his world views n that would be neat. although not being down with murder that would take a lot for him to get used to LMAO.

[dominaxnoctis]

@aamusedly // ❛ Responsibility demands sacrifice. ❜ -from Russo ! adventure time starter sentences

🕸 — ❝ ye' shouldn' 'ave te' sacrifice everythin'. ❞ pale, dainty hands turned the pages of a worn book, violet eyes glued to the words as she listened to him speak. it wasn't that she didn't care. no, quite the contrary. perhaps that very thought process is what killed two of her closest friends. responsibility. or rather what most called destiny, if one really thought about it. she shut the book and laid it gently on the table in front of her, glancing up at the stars through the large glass windows of the manor.

❝ people do it all the time, but 'nderstand deir mortality. least ye'd hope. gotta know when te' draw the line. even we can be killed. ❞