#expendables

[zaccosnacco]

Four new Expendables get sent to the Hadal Blacksite, once again after the crystal

They seem familar...

(Had so much fun designing their uniforms)

We have Kevin, supposedly framed is how he ended up here. He is fast, smart and values safety more than anything. However he has little hope that they all are going to make this out alive. He's anxious but he's at least glad he's here with others, especially his best friend Radford and his other friend Ethan.

Radford, having a count of trespassing on his criminal record. He is a bundle of optimistic glee. This is just like a video game he thinks, and with video game logic in mind he surprisingly survives pretty well. He doesn't take this completely seriously, having fun exploring the Blacksite with friends.. but he's really good at surviving the things they run into.

Ethan, also has a count of trespassing, seems him and Radford were both taken at the same time. He also isn't the brightest, a bit to curious for his own good. Easily distracted too, on several occasions he had to be pulled into a locker. But he makes up for this by putting the other three first, despite being distracted for the most part he tends to step forward first when theres something targetting them, like maybe a turret? Within seconds he bolts to the switch, acting like it was just another easy task he had accomplished. He jokes around alot, trying to lighten the mood despite their situation, he drives to get some laughs.

Streber, the reason why he's here hasn't been stated. He only really knows Ethan and is untrusting of the others, even when knowing Ethan he still snaps at him for his stupidity as wwll as Radford. He feels all of them are going to get him killed and often is driven by anger. Something happened to him before he became an expendable, might have to do with part of his left arm being missing. Like stated before he is not trusting, But Ethan can at least reason with him as they seem to be good friends. He also packs a good punch, he would be the type to drive his fist right through a Wall Dweller before it had a chance to run.

The team they have is not perfect, they are not expected to return. But if they do, it will be with the crystal.

This is my Pressure Month Au

[deedawgg]

i MAY have exaggerated the height diff a little ☝️ LMAO🤩🤩

(also im working on colouring sebastian more correctly, yippee)

[littledozerdraws]

I love them so much 🐐

[nelo0wesker]

Man I love Galan 😍

I bet he’s freaky as fuck with his girl @lovexjoe

[nyacat39]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60009067/chapters/153104251

Links are being really weird right now on both desktop and mobile but I hope to god this works... Anyways uh Chapter 10 of So Below is now out y'all and we are hitting the body horror territory for this fic!

Summary: The mission to retrieve Sebastian from the depths of the Hadal Blacksite is underway.

Chapters: 10/? (One Day I will know the exact chapter count this story will end at... today is not that day)

Characters: Sebastian Solace, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Painter and basically the rest of the monster ensemble from Pressure

Relationships: Sebastian Solace/Original Female character (more like past, but like not the main focus of the story) Sebastian Solace & his family, Original Characters & Original characters

Also see the Prequel fic As Above and the canon one-shot One Step At A Time

[maxkennedy24]

The Final Inquiry X The Expendables crossover

[boiled-sugar-to-syrup]

just thought of more on my Expendable theory lol

Hey YOU, silly stuff ahead 👉👈

I just thought about how- even though the Expendables are in hadal blacksite rigth now- what was their outside lif like? You can make as many stories as you want for your ocs and etc, but what about Expendables in a whole? As I said, I believe our Expendables are a beloved weak ass entity, but they did live outside.

All I'm wondering is, how odd was it? Imagine having lived in a neighborhood with just every few people that you meet there being just a bit... Off. They get severely injured but come back fine tomorrow after only a bit of medical aid? Eh, kind of weird but I guess it's normal? A fatal car crash that killed EVERY PERSON except them and one of their friends as they are suddenly back tomorrow? 😟. Erm.... No offense but you're supposed to die when your car got crushed like a soda can clapped between two trucks.

I bet the Expendables where always a bit weird, like they felt pain, but could care less. They can die as much as they want, and probably live the same lifespan as a regular person. Or less to balance out their slight immortality.

Wtf am I yapping about?? I need some sleep this migraine is getting to me.

[david-cross10]

[seresinhangmanjake]

Hello 👋🏻 I have a little request (if you have a second ☺️)

I am currently in need of some Thorn (Glen Powell) images from Expendables 3. I have looked through here, google, and pinterest, and I'm stuggling to find some decent stuff (maybe it's all just buried). Gifs have been easy to find, but I dont screenshot them well.

If anyone has some pics or a link to some pics, or if you're able to screenshot without making his face look weird, could you please send them my way? An ask or message is fine, whatever you're comfortable with. 😄 I would forever be grateful 🥰

Also, if you have a Thorn drabble or blurb request, you can send it in with the pics or link!

Thank you 😄

*Thorn fic going up tonight!*

Tagging my list just in case you guys have sources:

@wkndwlff

@kmc1989

@sagittarius-flowerchild

@dempy

@oliviah-25

@rosiahills22

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[fei-amei]

Hey

Guess who really likes pressure enough to make art for our avatars ingame

Found a cool base in pinterest, will try to find the og artist/source!

[cheesethepurbldragon]

pov you and your cousin get put in fish jail for 12 counts of petty theft and manslaughter

[expendablesmoviejp]

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[littledozerdraws]

thank you Scott Adkins for posting one pic of JCVD and yourself that made my whole hyperfixation shift back to Hector/Vilain 🥴

[nelo0wesker]

Send Galan requests my way please!

[jamgoesart]

Now on Wattpad

Reading sample

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Restless, Sierra began to twitch, toss and turn, until a few minutes later she woke up with a scream of "No. It took her a few seconds to realize that everything was okay. A nightmare. Again. The recurring nightmare.

Breathing heavily, Sierra sat up and looked around. Everything was fine, she was sitting in her car. Apparently, she had spent half the day there again. It was not uncommon for her to spend the night and the rest of the day in the car, even though she had her own apartment. She spent most of her time in the car anyway, because that's how she made a living. As a "blocker" or "stopper" or on courier runs.

"How long is this going to haunt me?" an exhausted Sierra ran her hands through her hair and then rubbed her face with her hands, "A year."

A damn year it had been. So she wouldn't get rid of it so fast, Sierra thought and shook her head. Very slowly she straightened up, stretched until she heard her neck crack, and just stared for a while through the windshield, where the sun was about to set. It was time to get back to her apartment. A nice hot shower and something to eat would do wonders sometimes, and not to forget to pack some new, fresh clothes.

"It's still a little early," Sierra answered the incoming call, turning up her ringer as she drove through the city, "What are you really up to?"

"Not today. We're meeting in Atlanta in four days. "In the background, Sierra heard a few people arguing, but not about what. "Man, I'm on it....sorry, Gen. What did you say?"

"I'm leaving," Sierra skipped the question and parked her car in the driveway, "Anything interesting?"

"No, not really," as if, Sierra thought, because Marko wouldn't call me for nothing, "Just get to Atlanta as soon as you can. Call me when you get there and I'll meet you in Centennial Park. Atlanta. Not Nashville, not Toronto. Atlanta."

"Got it," Sierra interrupted Marko and just hung up.

Back at the apartment, Sierra went straight to the bathroom, took a shower and packed a bag with new clothes. Then she went to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and went back to the car. She hadn't eaten in two days, she realized now, and only now did she realize how hungry she really was. After opening the driver's door and falling into the seat, she took a bite of her sandwich, which was just about to expire, and looked down the street.

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"Barney Ross," an older man greeted his old friend as he walked up to him, "How long has it been?"

"Too long," Barney greeted his old friend Bonaparte, "How's life in Vegas?"

"It's nice here.... Don't distract me," Bonaparte smiled, "You came to Vegas to visit a friend for a reason. What can I do for you?"

"Same old thing," Barney replied, taking a swig from his beer bottle, "I'm looking for a team."

"A new team?", confused, Bonaparte looked at his long-time friend, for this was not Barney's style, "What happened to the old one?"

■

Suspiciously, Barney looked around, trying to figure out why Atlanta of all places. In the middle of the night, mind you. That 'we're meeting at a little after ten' didn't exactly make everything look right, but that wasn't the problem. Some of the things the Expendables did were beyond the law. After all, there were mercenaries for such tasks.

For now, no need to worry, just wait and see, Bonaparte told his friend as the two men walked down the street, stopping when a group of cars came into view. A possible candidate, but to Barney it was just a couple of kids with cars, causing Bonaparte to let out a chuckle.

"I hope this kid isn't a bust like the last one," but Bonaparte started to shake his head at Barney's words, "What else was he supposed to be? Ex-Navi?"

"Surely no one could have guessed that his resume wasn't entirely kosher," Bonaparte defended himself, pointing at the people gathered about twenty meters away from them, "You'll like my current candidate, and so will Christmas. But only if he can handle the competition, of course."

"He can't," Barney replied evenly, one corner of his mouth turned up, knowing his long-time competitor and friend very well, "What makes you think Christmas can?"

"Knives," was all the explanation that came from Bonaparte.

Three young men, in their early to mid-twenties, walked over from their cars to a blond boy and handed him a bundle each; the boys nodded at each other and a few words were exchanged.

"So," interjected a brunette girl who had slammed the car door and hurried across the street as if it were too late, "what's up?"

"Gen," the brunette was greeted by the blonde, and they both clenched their fists, "the usual. Two hundred meters off the main road."

An all clear followed, the brunette nodding in agreement as she walked back to her car, started the engine and drove off.

The rest of the small crowd began to cheer as eight people walked to their cars, got in, and drove to the makeshift starting line, which consisted of tape on the ground. Those who had been standing in the street cleared the way and the blond walked to the red line to give the starting signal. As he dropped the flag on the ground, the cars sped off, their engines roaring.

When Barney asked which of the people present they were both here for, Bonaparte simply took his little book out of his pocket, flipped through it, and then put it back in his pocket. No answer, great, Barney thought, and let it go for now. As the people ran forward and began to cheer, Bonaparte tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow.

Both men stood in the crowd to get a better look at who would return first. A dark green car was heading straight for the finish line; the distance to the others was a good car length, but Bonaparte pointed to the opposite side of the street where the brunette's matte black car came to a stop.

"La Santa," Bonaparte said, with Barney in tow, approaching the brunette who was just getting out of her car to join the group, "La Santa Muerte."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the brown-haired woman replied coolly, only giving them a quick glance.

"Sierra Génesis Salamanca," was Bonaparte's reply, causing the brown-haired girl to stop, nod, and turn around with a panting, miss brave look, "Why not? Don Emiliano's little darling."

"What do you want?" replied Sierra, whose voice had become weaker than it had been a minute ago, "or much more from my father?"

To offer you a job. Not a deal, not a business deal, but a job, and for you. Not your father.