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[elisefrost]

FALLOUT (2024) - Episode 4: The Ghouls

[cicicolorao]

Unofficial Ray girlfriends are cute as hell so now fun redesigns! Instead of love interests, they’re other thingamagigs created by Betilla’s sisters, so they’re Ray cousins!

Simonhe is both the life of the party and terrified of big, uncontrollable crowds. She uses her bardic gifts to keep hordes far, far away from her and her friends

Raynette is chilly and sassy, and maybe a bit neurotic. While scary, she’s also precise and serious about safety, as precise as her barber tools

[sacreblugh]

[snip-stein]

My Mr Freeze contribution for the @gothamcenzine !! I'm glad to have had the opportunity to participate and meet such people on this project so please check this project out!

[number1spongebobfan]

More engines and their best ponies!

(I know nobody asked for this, but I couldn't resist <3)

[rockingrobin69]

Wip Snip

Thanks for the tag (from ages ago), @orange-peony and @littlewinnow! I'm completely and thoroughly taken by my new Victorian era AU. Here's a snip of young nobleman Draco being a brat, and poor stable boy Harry finding it hilarious until... well.

It started raining, a light and yet insistent drizzle. Jumping off the saddle when the stables were in sight, hurrying to get Isolde back and—clashed quite bodily into something warm, and fell, with a great thud, straight in a puddle.

Draco was too stunned for words for a long moment. His assailant came closer with a horrified gasp, and a hand wiggled in front of his nose, presumably to help him up. It was brown and calloused and Draco saw red.

“You,” he murmured, pushing up to his elbows, “you brainless, gormless idiot, look what you’ve—ah!” to discovering his entire sleeve drenched in mud.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry said in a weird tone.

From between his teeth: “Sorry?” Draco got up to his feet. He sort of towered above him like that, when Harry’s knees were slightly bent and Draco was dripping. “You’re sorry?”

“So—” his bottom lip disappeared between his teeth. “So sorry. My lord. Can I help you—”

“Help,” Draco said to the heavens. “He wants to help. Have you any idea how expensive these clothes you’ve just ruined are?”

Harry stared at him wide-eyed for a moment. “You ran into me,” he said.

“I ran into—” he only realised he grabbed Harry’s collar a moment after doing so. “You—you—and look at my horse!” for Isolde too had suffered from the splash, and now her side was covered in grime.

“Would you like me to apologise to it again,” Harry said, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Draco blinked. “You think this is funny?” he asked, in a tone that managed to convey the deepest disbelief while being deadly icy. “You think. This is. Funny?” shaking him with every syllable. There was spittle on Harry’s face, and still he was only barely concealing the laugh.

“Not at all, my lord.”

Draco was so outraged he nearly started laughing too. Or shouting, perhaps that would be easier and more efficient. “You utter imbecile,” shaking him worse, “I will have you—I’ll have you—”

“Please don’t fire him, milord,” Mr. Hagrid’s voice came from the stables. The rain kept hitting Draco’s face in tiny droplets. “He didn’t mean it, whatever he said.”

“What he said?” Draco gasped. He wasn’t entirely certain he had the power to fire anyone, anyway, but there was no point in relaying that. On the bright side, Harry wasn’t laughing anymore, and now looked at least a little apprehensive.

“Harry’s a bit slow, milord. Nothing too serious, but he can sometimes say or do things that might, ah, cause a touch of grief to someone as cultured as y’rself, and, please, milord, he didn’t mean it.”

The serious tone did make him pause. Mr. Hagrid wasn’t one for meaningless chatter, and besides, Draco was willing to grant him leave to far greater extent than most other people. Still, to look over such slight—to himself, to his clothing, and to Isolde—with a gasp as the sky above darkened a degree: “Dinner! I must—it would start soon, and I’m all—all—” running a hand through his matted hair. “I’m ruined,” he said, in a voice nearing tears.

“No, not at all, milord, look—why don’t you go back to the house and take a nice, quick bath. I find matters always feel mighty better after a bath, don’t you?”

But there was no time. “There’s no—” Draco stopped, shook his head, lost and irritated with the way Harry just kept standing there, not at all horrified or at the very least repentant. “You,” he spat.

Harry came closer. “My lord?”

“You’ll pay for this,” Draco promised coldly.

“Yes, my lord.”

“I will make you suffer.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The evenness to his tone unnerved Draco so completely that he nearly squealed. “Are you listening? Mark my words, you’ll rue this day!”

“Yes, my lord, I’ll rue it forever.”

He was impossible. Draco, out of time and out of his mind, just grabbed the infuriating man by both shoulders and threw him down in the puddle, to stare blankly at his feet like a fish pulled out of the water.

“Milord!” Mr. Hagrid ran forward, stopping only a pace away. Granted he had a very long stride. “Harry, are—milord, was that truly necessary?”

The rebuke was harmless, but the disappointed look Draco did not deserve. “He was mocking me!” came out sounding far too childish, but there was no time to fix any mistake made. Harry stayed down in the mud, blinking long dark lashes like he was too stunned for words, and something not unlike anger moved on his brow, which he swallowed down.

After a long, long moment, in a dull voice: “Forgive me, my lord. I did not intend it.”

“See?” Mr. Hagrid pleaded. “The boy didn’t mean it. All’s well, then?”

The shriek that got out of him: “No!” gesturing wildly, “All is certainly not well! I am filthy, with no time to change for dinner, my mare is soaked through, and this blithering idiot is laughing at me like this is—like—” why did anything coming out of his mouth sound so petty and impossibly small. “Never mind, I’ve no time for this. Have my horse cleaned and taken care of, please, Mr. Hagrid. And make sure to punish this oaf for getting in my way.”

“Will do, milord, will do,” with his natural severity and good-humour, and Draco truly had no time to dawdle. With a last look at Harry in the mud, far less satisfying than he’d hoped, he dashed indoors and suffered a hair-splitting lecture from his maid, who was too old and too scary to punish.

(If it makes you feel any better, Draco will pay for this 😈🙃)

[ytpforyouandme]

tease T's tees tees

[beansnpeets]

Guard dog takes his job seriously

[kayforpay]

does Matt Berry always sound like Laszlo or did the fallout people just tell him to do his Laszlo voice

[cynocardia]

hey, I’m fascinated by Sasha and the way you draw them, do you have any stories or info you want to share about them?

;_; i'm really glad you like them

god um. some of this may still be incomprehensible because it's missing context, they have literally so much lore

they're a contract negotiator for a pharmaceutical company, which they've been an employee of since the 1950s, because the company technically (though it now does its best to not be associated with that) started as an organized crime ring, which sasha worked as a cleaner for because they couldn't... get any other job, other employers just kept turning them away, so when a guy asked them if they wanted to do some janitorial work, they went sure! and then found out "janitorial work" really meant "cleaning up bodies"

the thing is that even after this, they didn't leave, because 1 they were scared 2 they were getting paid, which after being cut off by their legal guardians (something something no help for people with congenital disabilities in adulthood) they needed money for medical supplies, because i don't care that the mitrofanoff procedure didn't exist until the 1980s, i'm trying to make a point

eventually they graduate to enforcer due to "no one else left because their boss keeps killing their coworkers" but they're extremely adverse to it, and after their like kind of father figure i guess gets killed their final straw snaps, this aligns with morgan sniffing around, and when they're sent to quiet him they instead ask him for help because like at their heart sasha doesn't want to hurt people themself and doesn't want people to be hurt by others either, they are fucking literally terrified of themself due to both being a violent child and being treated like they're evil their entire life

anyway they never manage to "take walter down", he gets killed which is what puts an end to the group, and his son forms an actual pharmaceutical company out of its skeleton as an "apology to the public", due to the fact that walter was using a pharmacy he bought from small time business owners as a front. so the company becomes the fucking monster it is now, and sasha still needs the money, so they stay

and after a few years this like... leads to sasha and morgan to start clashing over issues of morality, until sasha gets morgan fired, at which point they split completely, because morgan realizes sasha is just... a corporate lap dog now

...... also that's all just pre story but it's the foundation of their character i guess. one foundation. help

whereas the actual story is just, um, "things get worse and worse relentlessly". idk how to do plot summaries. dr colt has been working on what would be a revolutionary heart medication for years with her team, and marie (... current ceo) freezes it for bullshit reasons, but then the company starts to go bankrupt until she picks dr colt's project back up, which secures a bunch of investors, she promises them they'll get their cut of the deal in another like 10 years, but they're not satisfied with that so she gets dr colt to find a way to speed up the process. dr colt discovers this way is dangerous. really bad things happen

like

i'm just using them as a device to rant about medical capitalism, though they're just one facet of it

and i was originally actually writing this but i am just... not well enough so i'm choosing alternate means of telling this story

and i do have so many like written scenes because "writing ahead" was one of the ways that helped me figure out like, sequencing, and i have had a comic sketched since october, i just need my like, hand to work

because writing is still one of the ways i want to do this i think, it's not the easiest but it's easier for me than like, comics

if i /had/ the ability to do so and i definitely don't i really do wish i could do an actual webcomic because i /know/ exactly what happens in this story and there isn't any real ending because it's just... i don't like, like stories where they take down the evil corporation especially when i'm trying to make a point, i like, like, just idk people surviving? because that's how it is irl, but

anyway um. yeah

[literallyshiv]

this epispdr fucking rules oh my god

[dyrewrites]

Mr. Friendly - tap tap

There it was again, coming from somewhere in Maisy’s room, somewhere she couldn't see. Was it in the walls, in the floors? Daddy told her nothing was in the closet.

He even checked, twice!

Still the tapping came, softly, like little claws on hardwood.

Tap Tap Tap

The kitty made that sound sometimes, when his nails were too long.

It is Teddy, tip-tapping through the halls...?

Mrreow! As if he could hear her thinking about him there was Teddy, her big orange fluff, and in a few not-so-graceful motions he was up in her bed and snuggling her face with his.

"Silly ol' thing, can't even jump right," She said, in a well-meaning sort of way, as she pet his head. She loved the furry old thing, even if he wasn't very good at being a cat.

The tapping returned, closer than before.

Tap Tap Tap

"Can't be you then," She said, to Teddy, pulling him tighter. Everything was better under the sound of kitty purrs and she held her breath in those purrs…and waited.

And the tapping came again, even closer, in the room somewhere–she was sure of it!

Tap Tap Tap

Then it tapped faster, spinning an image in her fitful mind of a giant spider skittering along the inside of the walls.

TapTapTapTapTapTapTapTap

Then it stopped.

Maisy sighed into the offered belly of her kitty and pulled her covers tighter over them both. “Maybe the pipes,” she told Teddy’s growing purrs, “daddy’s always yelling about pipes…”

But it wasn’t the pipes. It couldn’t be the pipes, because pipes didn’t tap quite so loud, in steady rhythm…on closet doors.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Poor Teddy flew to the floor in a blur of fur and yowls as Maisy let out a shriek and dove off her bed, screaming down the hall, "DAAADYYYY!"

[splattermouth]

val n hilberts old childhood thing has also been on my mind recently... like ive made jabs at val for it bc on its own a grown adult being So Big Mad abt a teenager from 15 years ago is Undoubtedly funny. i will still probably make loving jabs. but also for sure it has to be such a weird, hard to process feeling knowing your old childhood friend is now an international hero and world renowned trainer, and you could have been there too, you were So Close to being there too, but you weren't there, only by pure coincidence. you don't even know what happened to him until like a year later when you hear it on the news, he didn't even tell you. augh.

[i-shall-not-show-mercy]

When your held onto the bar in the metro for too long.

[the-lavender-creator]

😭😭 Ok bestie I’m pretty sure I’ve already given you three angsty prompts on your writing account. Sorry if some of them see long. I swear that’s jsur like. Cause of me describing what I’m thinking. You definitely don’t have to make 9,000 words masterpieces like you did with the thunder angst one.

But yeah! Theirs one Toradeen one, One Power Plant one, and then? Idk Writers challenge one? No ships but toralei angst to make up for it?

Ooh, lovely! I look forward to writing them!!!!

[mrobamapickupthephone]

Was looking through my drafts on ao3 looking for the demigod one bc I FINALLY HAVE VIBES FOR IT AND IM HIT-NAY ASSUALTED WITH MY FURBY FANFIC I WROTE ABOUT MY LITTLE GUY BEING AN ICON AND IM DUMBFOUNDED I FORGOT ABOUT THIS??

like Im so in love with my idea and all the dumb bullshit i wrote about cookies and like accidently lore i put into this kingdom??? LIKE DAMN!! yet it will probably never see the light of day because im unfortunately a perfectionist and have no motivation to work on it to make it *perfect*.

but i wanted to share a few things from it since i feel likfe im funny. (Also i adore how you can tell i wrote most of the story at 1am because was just so horribly misspelled)