anti bacterial gel

anonymous asked:

Can you do pynch for the ship thing please <3




who is more likely to hurt the other?

I mean. Adam doesn’t usually get hurt by ronan so much as he gets annoyed. disappointed. pissed. He never lets ronan’s venom actually get to his veins, he’s too busy telling him how unnecessary the flash of fang is. ronan on the other hand. like. he’s easy to hurt. adam would never in his life want to hurt ronan (it’s his honest to god nightmare) but I think ronan works himself into such a despair at the smallest jealousies and perceived injustices that adam could make one careless comment and ronan would fixate on it

who is emotionally stronger?

ohhhh adam. it’s adam. He’s been dragging so much emotional rubble for so long that he’s built up a tolerance. strong is like The Most adam adjective that I can think of. ronan never had to get to adam’s level of detachment and dissociation bc the first 15 years of his life were gorgeous and easy, and he’s still growing into his protective shell. Adam had to be born in his

who is physically stronger?

it’s ronan tbH he has the upper body strength of a boxer and the broad shoulders of a lynch (but also adam has clever hands and muscular thighs from years of biking everywhere and he can handle himself)

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ouch. They’re both capital R Reckless when they’re together and they have some brutal years under their belts. adam has some poorly set knobbly fingers and ronan has an old snapped clavicle that took forever to heal and constantly bruised knuckles so like. idk. In the future, when adam parrish has escaped from his childhood prison, I’d like to think that they both get ugly minor injuries from doing joyful ramp and dolly and shopping cart type activities only

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

surprisingly difficult question to answer bc I mean. It’s ronan. but is it? he systematically winds people up and adam is so deeply irritated by him that he straight up walks away, but also adam can be ice cold?? it’s so easy to get to ronan. They both fumble and call each other mean names when they want to compliment each other it’s a big mess

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

holy shit would you believe neither??? the most stubborn humans on this earth!! record holders!! we got some emotional repression folks! hooooo boy

adam never starts arguments for no reason so he’s always thinking it through and coming to the conclusion that he’s in the right?? surprise he ain’t apologizing

meanwhile ronan can’t stop being cruel even though he knows it’s hurting people, it’s this vicious self-protective instinct that hurts so good and so wrong. and then his pride gets in the way once he’s cooled down. but he will come to st agnes on his knees and grab adam’s hand and try to make it clear that he’d step on his own pride on the way to adam’s door

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

sad & unfortunate :(( adam treats ronan’s solely bc ronan doesn’t know how the fuck to treat an injury and also ‘none of them wanted to hurt adam parrish’, so ronan’s got his stupid pointless anger related scrapes and adam’s got his anti-bacterial gel and they are a dream team

who is in constant need of comfort? 

neither of them come out on top here man. They’ve had some shared harrowing experiences, and some separate trauma that they’re trying to tell each other about (if their stories could just stop. sticking. when they try to say them out loud). in v different ways, neither of their families are families. Ronan doesn’t let himself fall asleep, and he doesn’t let himself go through things, and the repression starts to calcify into cruelty like it did right after his father died. adam can’t stop thinking about gansey on the roadside, and he can’t be touched some days, most days. he can’t stop swimming or he’ll die. He can’t keep swimming or he’ll die. The gangsey is a critical support system made of so many weak beams

who gets more jealous? 

are u fucking serious,,, it’s both of them pal. remember when every combination of his friends that didn’t include him made adam like. sick with jealousy. remember when ronan saw gansey talking on the phone with adam and wanted to put his hand through a wall. or when adam brought blue along on their quest and he spouted nasty shit the whole day. they both deeply want each others attention and they don’t seem to realize that they already have it? always?

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

ohh god. oh man. oh boy. Here’s the thing. adam’s gonna walk away from ronan, but he’s not gonna walk OUT on him. he’s going to walk away because he’s not on a leash, he’s gonna spread those beautiful fucking self-made wings. And ronan is too!! in his own time he’s gonna build his own spaces that aren’t the barns and he’s going to realize what home means to him and they’re both gonna walk out the door and back but never close it behind them

who will propose? 

a controversial topic! I’m on team adam for this one pals. I was on team ‘adam’s gonna kiss ronan first’ for a while before trk like a FOOL and I realized the error of my ways bc ronan is physical as fuck! and a risk-taker! of course he kissed adam smh. But a proposal? That’s a contract. That’s a speech. That’s a chess move. Ronan wouldn’t corner adam like that. Adam knows how ronan feels and more importantly he knows how HE feels himself, and I think one day ten years into their relationship the practicalities are gonna beckon and he’s gonna look ronan in the back of the head while he’s sleeping and roll over into the curve of his spine and tell him he wants a ring on his finger 

who has the most difficult parents?

omg… fuck off

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

tactile bastards! both of them! ronan especially wants adam’s hands…., any which way he can get them. I mean. He will kiss adam’s hands when they’re at dinner at nino’s and he’ll hook their fingers together even for the 20 second walk from the BMW to monmouth’s front door like he LIVES FOR IT (adam feels nervy and exhilarated every time it’s gay)

who comes up for the other all the time? 

i mean they’re always together so they don’t really bring each other up. if they’re not together they’re with gansey/blue/henry or even fox way babes/vancouver crowd etc and those ppl get real tired of it real quick. adam usually keeps his ronan related musings to himself though like he has self-control unlike… R.N.L. himself

who hogs the blankets? 

ronan does tbh adam has never hogged anything in his life and ronan is a shit

who gets more sad? 

an unfair Q, man. They’ve both had a super rough time, especially right post-trk?? those few months are hard. Ronan cries a lot. Adam gets numb and far away a lot. They have a lot to be sad about. (But more to be happy about. They made it. They honestly just stare at each other and laugh breathlessly and touch foreheads and hands and scars and can’t believe their luck)

who is better at cheering the other up? 

I sorta said this with ronsey but I think ronan is THE BEST at doing dumb shit to take his mind off of things. Like all that stuff about making adam quiet and turning off the lists and anxieties in his head so that they can do smth mindless and dangerous? yeah that. memes and songs and poor decisions. depression whom?

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this never happens wtf they’re not really ‘playful slappers’ HOWEVER adam will glare at ronan so hard that it probably feels like a slap

who is more streetwise?

it reeeeally depends on your definition of streetwise?? Like if we’re talking survival it’s unquestionably adam. He can fix your car and bandage your wounds and figure out your taxes and make himself invisible and blend his accent into whoever’s around him. He’s wicked sharp and fast on his feet. But i mean. he can’t quite drive stick. and he wouldn’t be caught dead in the sort of underground that ronan ends up in. ronan is streetwise in terms of the actual street, and he knows the most brutal avenues a person can end up on, the real life nightmares that feel closest to the ones in his head. Ronan is smart enough to navigate the chaos, but adam is smart enough to avoid it altogether

who is more wise?

adam. easily. ronan is intelligent and instinctive and talented (or adam wouldn’t get him as well as he does) but adam is a genius and that look behind his eyes….. he’s lived about 1 billion times more than he should’ve by age 19

who’s the shyest? 

neither of them are shy exactly they’re just buried under 9 surface level personalities that you have to crack open with your bare fuckin hands

but if you met either of them in the hallowed halls of aglionby you would think adam was shy and ronan was a rampant fuckwad so based on appearance?? adam. he keeps his head down.

who boasts about the other more? 

as soon as adam is officially his bf ronan takes a ten year long victory lap he’s so embarrassing

who sits on who’s lap?

y’all. we all know ronan sits in adam’s. it’s a fact of life. he probably had a sexy dream about it when he was 17 and took his morning shower in holy water

The Eye Of Asiago [Platonic! Reader x Stephen Strange]

Mod Widow is a pun-master who had a bit of a problem with a croc-pot earlier, so we insisted upon this shitstorm. (edit: what even is this it’s such trash but i giggled so hard writing it)

“Stephen, we’re gonna be late, hurry your ass,” you complained for the uptenth time, rushing to the doctor’s sports car with a recently boiling crock-pot full of spaghetti in your hands. “If we’re late to this potluck, Thor and Tony are gonna eat all of Natasha’s homemade mini-dogs and I will personally chop your mini-dog off if I don’t get some.” 

The tall man groaned, sliding into his car and quickly turning it on. “First off,” he began, already speeding off out of his driveway at alarmingly fast speeds. “It’s not mini.” 

He took a curve too fast and your eyes became dinner plates at the way the crock-pot tilted in your lap. “Second, I needed to make sure my hair was perfect.” 

“Stephen your hair looks the same as when you woke up,” your voice became weary as you attempted to keep the crock-pot in place. 

“Does not!” Stephen huffed indignantly, looking away from the road while keeping his terrifyingly fast speed. “The piece falling down right here-” he took a hand off the wheel to point at a very small curl on his left temple. “Wasn’t there this morning.” 

“Oh my god Stephen both hands on the wheel slow the fuck down,” you rushed your words, tensing up as the spaghetti slid out the pot just a little bit on the side- small enough to have a noodle on your brand new dress. “You’re paying for my dry cleaning.” 

“Of course,” he chuckled, not bothering to slow down as he took yet another sharp curve. The car halted to a stop as you let loose a mighty roar of pain. “What is it?” 

“THE SPAGHETTI BIT ME, YOU FUCK!” You hollered in pain, slinging boiling hot spaghetti off your bare leg and onto his very expensive car dash. “THAT SHIT’S HOT!”

“Calm dow-”

“I told you to slow down!” You screech. For the rest of the ride to Stark Tower, you constantly berated the doctor for being such a reckless driver. 

“I swear,” you huff to Natasha as Stephen attended to your second degree burns from the severely hot spaghetti. “I’m going to mutate into some sort of Spaghetti Woman.” 

“(Name), it’s not nearly that bad,” the doctor huffed as he applied some anti-bacterial numbing gel on your thigh. “It’s just a mild burn.” 

“Call me Doctor Stringozzi,” you continued, seeing Steve hide a smile behind a fork-full of the offensive spaghetti. Stephen saw what was coming, and sighed in advance. 

“You’ll have a Cloak of Linguini,” Clint chuckled before swigging down some brandy. 

“With my mighty noodle ring, I can travel really farvalloni,” you giggled as you held up your hands, imitating Stephen’s magic motions. “Saving you from your mushdoom one day at a time.” 

Stephen stood and looked at you pleadingly. “Please stop, it was an accident.” 

“Why though? This is a blessing,” you gestured to your “mutilated” limbs. “You won’t be able to beat my meat, Stephen, not when I have my-” you grabbed a nearby platter and held it up dramatically. “Assorted cheese platter.” 

Stephen placed a finger to his temple, sighing. 

“Don’t forget how you will learn your trade:” Tony began, his cocky smile growing by the second. “The Book of Vermicelli,” 

“You’re only egging her on, guys,” Stephen slumped his shoulders, defeated. 

Thor placed a hand on the doctor’s shoulder and looked at him sympathetically. “Fear not, Doctor Odd, you shall now have a new ally to help defeat your nemesis: Cavatelli.” 

“You too, Thor?” Stephen sighed as Thor laughed mightily before receiving an enthusiastic high five from Steve. 

Standing up, you held back a wince before standing tall and saying in a dramatic voice. “I will be Doctor Stringozzini, I studied at Kamer-Tajini, with my Cloak of Linguini, I shall be the greatest  magicini in the world-  the sorcerer supreini. I shall use the Eye of Asiago to defeat Cavalinni. ” 

Even Stephen had to crack a smile at that, before licking his lips and proclaiming. “Dormaminni, I’ve come to barginni.” 

Everyone barked in laughter at that, Stephen looking very smug. “That’s more like it, Doctor!” Thor laughed, thwaping the doctor on his shoulder. 

What’s In My Bag Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @simwithsparkles, thank you! When I saw I was tagged in this my inner wanna be beauty blogger screamed! I love it omg, lol!

I don’t usually go out for full days lately, so my go to bags are a little smaller than when I used one for college and stuff. 

Currently in my bag: anti bacterial hand gel, a hair tie, a salt packet (bc I have low blood preassure lol there’s one of those in all my bags), hand cream, sunglasses, kate spade wallet (yes I had to say the brand because <3), eyedrops because I wear contacts, and not one, not two, but THREE lipsticks (you can never have too many). *Not shown: phone, house keys.

This was so much fun omg, I’ll tag @randomcoffeesimmer @mysimblruniverse @unicorninthemosh @nadinemaee @wanderlust-sims @lunarian-sim @sandy-sims, do it if you feel like it! :)

anonymous asked:

Companions+the others reactions to accidently shooting Sole (non fatally) because Sole stepped in the way of their shot?

It’s been a bad week for me this week, so sorry for the lack of activity. I hope this isn’t too bad and is what you were after Nonnie, Enjoy <3


Cait didn’t really like using guns- she preferred something a little more up close and personal, a baseball bat or her fists for example. They were easier to control, whereas a gun could be unpredictable, especially for someone who was drunk or high the best of the time.

Sole and Cait were travelling down from Sunshine Tidings to Somerville Place when they got ambushed by a group of gunners that had come down to the newly cleared out Mass Pike Interchange.

The gunners were firing away with their energy weapons before Sole and Cait even knew they were there. Sole had their fun raised before Cait did, and was firing at the small group of gunners- Cait quickly raised her own gun, joining in the fight.

It didn’t take very long for both the gunners to be shot down and everything to go wrong. It took minutes for Cait and Sole to take out the gunners. Whilst Cait was firing her gun in the general direction she’d last seen a gunner run, the bullet flew straight into Sole’s shoulder.

Cait nearly ran over to help them but remembered that there were still fighting, so raised her gun and fired in the direction of the final gunner. It took more shots than usual, but soon Cait was running over to Sole’s side.

After Sole’s eyes stopped scanning- Sole never stopped looking for threats, even asleep- they allowed Cait to take their hand away from the bullet wound on their shoulder. Cait reached into their shared pack that she carried and pulled out a stimpak, jabbing it straight into their should without a warning.

Cait watched as the skin around the bullet wound started healing, leaving a faint mark in its place. Once the wound was healed (with a small argument over whether or not Sole needed a second stim), Cait released the breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Why did you have to get in the way Sole?” Cait started, before continuing without allowing Sole to answer. “That is why I hate guns. I hate ‘em. I don’t like using them. Sole, I swear, next time you step in front of one of my bullets I’m just gonna let it kill ya, I swear.”


Curie didn’t like carrying a weapon- she was more than a lover than a fighter. She was ultimately a medic, preferring to save people’s lives than take them. However, trouble seems to follow Sole around like a bad smell, so anyone that travelled with them needed to know how to use a gun.

Curie needed to know how to use a gun.

Sole had MacCready show Curie how to properly shoot a gun. She wasn’t very good at it, but she was okay enough to know how (and when) to raise the gun and shoot at the bad guys.

Sole and Curie were sat in the food hall when they heard the sirens that sounded when there was danger nearby started. At first Sole ignored them- settlers seemed to set them off all the time, even if it were only a couple of bloatflies- but once they heard the screams of various settlers and the tale-tale signs of a number of radscorpions making their way through the settlement.

Sole was up and out of the door within seconds, gun raised ready to attack. Clumsily, Curie stood and followed behind Sole, gun also raised directly in front of her. Sole ran down to where the four radscorpions were attacking both the settlers and the turrets that had been set up for defence.

As soon as Sole could see the radscorpions, they began firing towards them, trying to get their attentions away from the settlers and on to them. Curie ran behind, and as soon as the over-sized scorpions changed their direction she began firing at them.

Curie wasn’t paying full attention at where her gun was aimed, and it didn’t take long before a bullet had found a target- just not the right target that she was aiming for. Curie’s bullet lodged itself into Sole’s forearm, causing them to yell out in pain.

With the turrets, the settlers, a handful of Sole’s other friends and companions (all who were considerably better with a gun) and Sole themselves, the radscorpions were soon dealt with (and taken away by a settler to get the meat off the bodies).

Curie ran straight over to Sole and began apologising, dragging them in the direction of the medical room to deal with the bullet wound- having to get the bullet out with a pair of tweezers before the wound could heal.  


Danse prided himself of being a very precise soldier. He rarely- more like never- missed anything that he ever aimed at. He was a good soldier and he knew it.

Sole was good. Not on par with Danse, but they were good. They knew their muzzle from their trigger, and that was a good start.

Danse liked travelling with Sole. They both had a lot to teach one another: Sole knew a lot about keeping quiet whilst doing missions (something that was hard for Danse, considering the fact he practically lived in his power armour) and Danse could teach a lot to Sole about guns and the brotherhood ideals.

He enjoyed travelling with Sole. They were a good fighter and they knew how to follow his orders. They worked well as a team, and could usually tell how the other was going to react to a situation- one time they were travelling somewhere near Goodneighbour and a bullet ricocheted off Danse’s power armour, and within seconds Sole had found where the raider had been hiding and together they took him out.

They worked well together as a team, which is why what happened on one particular day had Danse stumped.

They’d been sent out on a simple recon mission by Elder Maxson. It hadn’t been flagged as an high risk zone- infact, it had been marked as a location that was clear from enemies. Sole had been the one that had pushed open the heavy doors to the old hospital.

They both took cautious steps inside- they were both always cautious- and once inside Sole held their hand out to stop Danse in his tracks. They heard the clanking of a protection marching somewhere in the building, so the pair both raised their guns and continued on.  

Pushing open another door, the pair were both met with the heat of a fire and the protectron. The robot didn’t turn on them as they entered the room, but the pair kept their guns raised. They headed through the building and ended up going up the stairs and into a elevator. The elevator took them to a new floor, one that took them both by surprise. A raider camp, set up on rickety stairways and hollowed out walls stood in front of them, completely empty of raiders. They headed downwards, heading down flights of stairs until they reached a wall, the very bottom of the facility only reachable by jumping down. Danse went first, power armour supporting his jump, and as soon as the floor stopped shaking from his landing, it began shaking from the roar of the deathclaw that emerged from one of the rooms.

Danse yelled up to Sole to stay where they were, but Sole didn’t listen, soon joining Danse on the lowest floor fighting the Deathclaw (that seemed to be glowing?). Rounds of fusion cells flew from Danse’s gun, very few missing it’s target. The Deathclaw got madder and madder at being hit by bullets, and soon was running towards Danse. Whilst trying to move away he lost control, and a couple of rounds ended up burning Sole on their uncovered arm. From afar, Sole loaded and reloaded their own gun, and between the two of them they ended up downing the giant mutated lizard.

As soon as the Deathclaw body hit the ground, Danse ran over to Sole, moving them to sit down on the floor and pulled out a bottle of purified water, splashing the lukewarm liquid onto Sole’s burnt arm.

Whilst apologising, Danse pulled a stim from his pack and injected it into Sole’s arm, watching as the skin on Sole’s arm began to heal and repair itself.


Deacon had no idea how Sole had managed to survive as long as they did. Don’t get him wrong, when he says that he always has been and always will be in their corner. Ever since he watched them stumble their way out their little vault and down to their old home, he’s been in their corner.

But Sole doesn’t do themselves any favours.

They were certainly from pre-war times, with a heavy reluctance to kill anything (one time they nearly got their arm bitten off by a mongrel dog because they couldn’t find it in their heart to kill a poor ‘innocent’ animal) and an incredible innocence for anything and everything within the Commonwealth.

They constantly talked about ‘cleaning’ and ‘disinfecting’ everything that they came across, as if it were something of uttermost importance- they frequently talked about missing ‘anti-bacterial hand gels’, whatever that was. They were clumsy as fuck, constantly tripping and falling on absolutely nothing, leading to Deacon constantly having to catch them before they hit the floor and hurt themselves.

And by god, they were absolutely terrible with a gun- well, with any weapon to be honest. Absolutely terrible. There was the one time, the first time that he’d been with them and they met the tourist on the bridge by Lexington when a few ghouls came up from under a bus. They hadn’t even put any ammo in the magazine, and ended up bashing the ghoul in the head with the gun until the ghoul was dead. Deacon had second thoughts about going in a getting the prototype- what if there was a courser inside? There would have been no way they’d both survive.

Deacon usually ended up being some sort of protector for Sole- sure, it boosted his ego, being the ‘big strong man’ and taking out all the bad guys.

But Deacon needed Sole to learn how to shoot in a straight line. Because there was only so many times that he could dodge a bullet before he took one to teach Sole a lesson.

The lessons only helped a little, and Deacon decided that it would probably have been better to just teach Sole to run and hide from any danger rather than put themselves in more danger.

With a little training on how to properly shoot a gun, Sole and Deacon were sent out on a mission for Desdemona. They’d chosen to travel at night- better to avoid danger- and Deacon kept Sole close, always keeping an eye on them.

They managed to walk for two hours before they saw a glowing ahead of them. Sole had abruptly stopped, causing Deacon to stumble straight into their back. Ahead, a small group of super mutants, dumbly pacing in circles whilst skinning what looked to be mole rat. Deacon and Sole would have walked around, however Sole had to choose that moment to fall over and draw attention to them, causing a fire fight to start.

Deacon had no time to place himself in front of Sole, which resulted in Sole ending up with a bullet burying itself into the fleshiest part of Sole’s thigh.

Deacon made quick work of the remaining super mutants, before falling to sole’s side whilst pulling their joint pack to his side. Looking at the wound, Deacon knew he would have to removed the bullet before he could heal it.

Pulling a bottle of vodka from his pack, he poured a little onto a clean(ish) cloth, before disinfecting the wound, before burying his tweezers in to try and get out the bullet. Sole was whimpering, not yet used to the brutal harshness of the wastes, and soon, Deacon was pulling a stim into his hand, and handing the bottle of vodka over to Sole as their wound slowly began to heal and scar over.


Hancock had always been quite good with a gun; sure, he was no match for a power armoured Brotherhood knight, but he could always hold his own in a fight. Sure, he’d had a few occasions where he’d ‘accidentally’ missed his target (when he was younger and him and his brother had been learning how to shoot a gun, there had been a few accidental shots aimed at his brother’s shoulders or thighs).

Hancock had helped alongside Sole since the moment that Sole asked him to join them. There had been a lot of missions done together; from the little ones like helping the robots on the USS Constitution to helping (and saving) Kent, to the biggest mission they did together- taking out the Institute.

They’d joined a group of minutemen that had slowly made their way through that hallways that led deeper underground into the Institute. Hancock fought alongside Sole and the brave group of minutemen as they made their way to the reactor chamber. After ensuring that as many people were out of the building that wanted to leave, Hancock and Sole, along with the rest of the people still alive, relayed out of the building to a place where they could watch the explosion at a safe distance.

After the Institute was gone, there was a strange feeling about the air of the Commonwealth. People were happy, celebrating the removal of the cancer of the Commonwealth, but people were still scared, knowing that the complete removal wouldn’t have happened straight away and people were still on edge.

Hancock had ‘snuck’ into Diamond City a few times since the banishment of ghouls- he was pretty sure that his brother had told the security team to let him slide by a few times- and after the Institute was gone, Sole decided to head there to see Travis.

They headed inside the gate together, walking up the stairs to the old baseball stadium before heading into the settlement, coming to a halt at the bottom of the stairs when they saw Danny on the floor, clutching his side where a bullet wound was slowly bleeding out. Sole threw themselves down onto the floor next to him, pulling a stim out of their pack and stabbing it in Danny’s side, not even asking what had happened first.

Once Sole found out that Mayor McDonough was a synth, they were running up the stairs to the service lift to take them up to the Mayor’s office.

Hancock didn’t particularly like his brother that much, but he would have never had wished that his brother would have been replaced with a synth copy. Upon seeing Hancock, the synth immediately raised their gun to shoot at them both, and with the help of Piper, they made quick work of the synth- not without a bullet from Hancock’s gun finding Sole’s arm instead of the synth.

Sole allowed Piper to get the bullet that was lodged in Sole’s arm out, and whilst Piper was doing it, she was shooting death glares straight at Hancock the whole time.


MacCready was a good shot, hell, he was the best shot. He was all self taught- in a world as harsh around the edges as the Commonwealth, you needed to know how to shoot to live with some sort of safety.

Having Duncan had only increased MacCready’s need to provide safety. He had something to care for- his wife and his little boy. He was heartbroken when Lucy ended up dying, but when Duncan had came down ill, MacCready felt a pain unlike one he’d ever felt before.

Travelling up from the Capitol had been the best thing that MacCready could have done- he wanted to find the cure and help cure his little boy so that he had something to protect.

He had a bad run with the gunners, that was something that he was more than happy to admit, but he knew as soon as he accepted the caps (the 100 caps instead of his normal price of 250) that running with Sole would be good for him- and even good for Duncan as well.

Sole and MacCready were a good team- MacCready was was the sniper, preferring to be up high and out of the way whilst sniping, whereas Sole was a more of a, up close and personal fighter, preferring to take the fight to those they were fighting.

They’d fought many battles together, both small ones like fighting a few raiders and large ones like fighting hoards of synths, and both personal battles, like trying to help Duncan and trying to find Shaun.

It was when they were heading through Med-tec to find the cure for Duncan when things went to shit. Everything was going well- as well as it can be when you are fighting hoards and hoards of ghouls with limited amounts of rad-x and radaway. They got to the final door and opened up the door to the room that the cure was in. Sole ran in and picked the cure up, turning around to hold it up to MacCready- they hadn’t noticed the glowing one move from its space hidden behind a pillar.

MacCready tried to shout for Sole to move- to turn around- but didn’t have time. MacCready raised his gun and fired off three shots in the direction of the glowing one- and Sole- and only two hit its intended mark, the other finding place in the left side of Sole’s chest. Sole dropped to the floor, and MacCready’s blood ran cold- he’d killed them.

He was tempted to let the glowing one end him, but he couldn’t, not when Duncan had his chance at a future. It took a lot more than usual, but soon the glowing one was dead on the floor. MacCready cautiously moved to Sole’s side, dropping down to see if they were truly dead. Luckily for MacCready, he hadn’t killed them, and with a little rest, a radaway, a med-x and a stim, they were on their way to Goodneighbour to get Duncan the cure.

Sole never let MacCready forget that maybe he wasn’t the best shot in the Commonwealth.   


Nick was used to people being cautious and weary of him, with a lifetime of people constantly shunning him and a lot of people turning on him because of who and what he was.

As a synth- an experimental synth, one that was neither here, nor there- people always stared, and he experienced constant whispers, even from people that had come to him to solve cases and help find missing people.

Everyone but Sole. Sole was a person who was incredibly understanding and caring towards Nick, always caring what happened to other people (literally anyone else, they even cared for raiders on some occasions). When Ellie had told them that Nick himself had gone missing, they had instantly jumped at the chance to go and save him.

It was the first time that they had been to another vault that wasn’t the one that they had once come out of. With trusty Dogmeat at their side, they pushed open the doors to Park Street Station and snuck down the broken escalators, firing a single shot into a triggerman that was stood chatting to his ‘friends’. It took a second before everyone realised that someone had snuck through the front doors, and before they could even raise their guns, Dogmeat had run into the room and restrained another man, allowing Sole to shoot before they could at them.

Sole and Dogmeat quickly and precisely made their way through the station, quickly opening the vault door and sniping the two men stood straight in the doorway. They stifled through some boxes, pocketing a couple of stimpaks and some rad-x before moving their way through the vault.

Sole was reluctant to jump down a hatch, but after throwing a mine down and hearing it explode (with a pained cry), they jumped down, before continuing through the vault until they came to the overseer’s office where Nick was imprisoned.

The man stood outside was not much of a problem, and soon Sole and Nick were on their way towards the exit of the vault. They weren’t out of trouble, with a triggerman on every corner trying to kill them both. Nick lead Sole towards the exit, but whilst shooting at the triggermen Sole usually ended up in front of Nick.

Nick had tried to warn Sole to stop doing it, but before he could even call out their name, a bullet from his gun had lodged itself into Sole’s arm. Sole continued soldiering on, accepting a shot of Med-X before facing down Skinny Malone.

Once out of the vault under the Commonwealth night sky, Nick apologised profusely, upset at himself for accidentally harming the person that had come to save him.  


From a young age Piper had to know how to shoot a gun- all children growing up within the Commonwealth needed to know how to shoot straight, and Piper was no different. She needed to know purely for who her parents were, but also when she ended up leaving the ‘comforts’ of her family home, she needed to know to protect her little sister- Nat was only a toddler when they left for Diamond city, and Piper had spent most of Nat’s life completely bringing her up.

The day that Piper and Sole had met outside Piper had run into raiders, gunners, mongrel dogs and a radscorpion or two, and was seriously low on ammo (well, it was more like she had no ammo left). She was arguing with Danny when she saw them walk up towards the entrance of the great green jewel. At first Piper thought Sole was that one raider that managed to get away, but instead of raising their gun to her head, they stood and silently listened to the conversation going on.

Sole was more than happy to help Piper get back inside Diamond City, and they were also more than happy to give Piper the Interview in exchange for Piper’s ‘services’ as a travelling companion.

Sole was good with a gun, if not a little rusty at times (in the interview, Sole told Piper how they had experience with gun’s from pre-war times, but 210 years being frozen had taken a little effect on them). Whenever they ended up needing to use their guns, they usually ended up with no injuries, save a few scratches and scrapes here and there.   

They were heading back to diamond city over the wreck of the USS riptide (the bridge that they’d used many times before without alerting the raiders that lived beneath) when something ended up clattering out of Piper’s pack.

The raiders had opened fire almost immediately, causing Sole to run straight over to the edge of the opening with their gun raised, firing at the raider who clanked around in power armour. Just as Piper fired her own weapon, Sole moved and the bullet that was supposed to meet the raider running up some stairs ended up burying itself in Sole’s shoulder, which also caused Sole to fall straight down into the freezing radiated river below.

With a scream, Piper realised she was facing the rest of the raiders (only two left) on her own. She was unusually methodological with the way that she took out the raiders, and once they were dead she made her way down on to the barge below to see if she could see Sole.

Sole had swum over to the barge by the time that Piper had spotted them, and Piper leaned down to help Sole get out the water. Pulling a stim and a couple of RadAway from the bag, Piper injected Sole before handing them the spare clothes from their bag to get dry.


Preston knew that he wasn’t the best nor the worst shot in the Commonwealth. He knew the different parts, he knew how to make sure that it was kept in the best of working conditions, he knew how to shoot at the bad guys.

He rarely liked shooting people- he felt that there was a better way of dealing and defusing the situation rather than just shooting someone dead. But sometimes, shooting someone to kill was the only option.

Preston liked travelling with Sole. They worked well together, whether just travelling or whether fighting an enemy. Sole was a good- no, great- general, and that was the reason that Preston told Sole about the castle, and of course, they’d agreed straight away.

He had told them that he’d meet them nearby the castle, but Sole had told him that they would travel down to the castle with him instead. It hadn’t taken them too long to travel from Sanctuary to the Castle, travelling down past Cambridge police station and across the bridge of the Wreck of the USS Riptide and up past Diamond City.

Whilst near Diamond City Sole and Preston decided to stop and stock up on ammo and aid, knowing from previous recon missions that the castle had been taken over by mirelurks. Once stocked up (and with full bellies from the bowls of noodles they had) they headed back out on the road, heading across to the Boston Police rationing site and down towards Milton General Hospital.

Approaching the hospital they were both very cautious- they could see the red flashing of the suiciders mini nuke as soon as they moved over the hill. Sole dropped down onto their stomach and pulled out their sniper rifle, aiming for the mini nuke before firing, watching as the mutant (and a few others near by) went down. Once the mutants were dealt with, they headed for Jamaica plains, stopping for the night before once again heading out.

On the third day after leaving Sanctuary they finally arrived at the small shell of a building that they were meeting the other minutemen. Both Sole and Preston were expecting more people to turn up, but for the time being they would have to deal with the eight people that they had altogether.

They jointly (as a group) decided that going in guns blazing would have to be the best option- and within minutes they had breached the castle, downing numerous amounts of mirelurks and their annoying little hatchlings. Once the mirelurks were gone, they began moving around the building, beginning to destroying the nests. They’d just begun to move into the walls when the ground shook, and the Queen emerged from small body of water and made it’s way into the walls.

Preston was happily firing from a doorway, dodging out of the way when it turned it’s large body to where he was stood. He watched Sole run away and come back with a missile launcher, and watched in shock as one of his rounds from his laser musket hit sole in the side as they ran in front of his doorway. With a pained cry, they threw themselves on the floor and began loading the missile launcher, swear words being muttered under their breath.

Preston’s first thought when the Queen was downed was of where the body was going to go, but then he remembered Sole and dropped to their side, helping them remove the clothing that was in the way of healing the energy weapon burn on their left side.


Part of training to become a courser included being able to shoot a gun properly- that included both energy weapons and ballistic weapons. They had three weapon training facilities within the Institute, all three having a different purpose: energy weapon training, ballistic weapon training, and close contact training.

Being a courser meant that you needed to be an expert in all three different types, and also needed to know how to how to properly use different types of explosives. If any of the potential coursers failed at any of the tests that were given (both planned tests and spontaneous spot tests), their memories would be wiped and they would be placed somewhere else within the institute, usually within cleaning.

Obviously, with all the training and test that you had to go through, X6-88 had passed all his tests, and knew how to properly fire a weapon. Energy weapons were his favourite type of weapon to use; he liked the way that sometimes the body would evaporate into a fine dust.

When he had first met Sole, he had compared them to Father- Father had their nose and hair colour, but that was where the comparisons ended. They both had completely different personalities and personal beliefs, and when Father told Sole that they would be the one that lead the Institute into the future, Sole had been reluctant at first to take on the responsibilities. Finally, when Sole finally accepted the new role, Sole and Father came to blows over the changes that Sole would be making, and Sole had told father that they didn’t want to be stuck underground all the time, and that was how Sole and X6-88 ended up travelling and doing missions together.

As per his job role as a courser, X6 and Sole ended up heading out to reclaimed escaped synths. It was easy work- heading into a place, reading out a couple of words, and heading back to Father to report in on the mission status.

A difficult mission came up and X6-88 and Sole had to team up with two other coursers. They could have done it alone, but recon suggested that Gunners Plaza was teaming with not only gunners, but also a few assultrons as well.

They were teamed with a couple of coursers that neither of them knew too well, and had all jointly made the decision to go in all guns blazing, leaving no room for them to warn those inside. The four of them were relentless, and soon they were pushing open the doors.

X6 found it a little harder to fight in enclosed spaces- when by himself, he didn’t care, but with other people, especially human people like Sole, he needed to be cautious and wary of where he was aiming his gun. Which was exactly what he didn’t do when they entered the last room they needed to clear to get to the synth. Instead of hitting its original target, it ended up landing on Sole and causing the skin on their arm to begin to burn and bubble. It was clearly painful, with Sole crying out in pain with tears rolling down their face. The two other coursers yelled over the sounds of battle for him to relay back to get it looked at by the medics down in the institute, so with a heavy heart and a hand on Sole’s arm, X6 relayed back, feeling bad about the fact that Sole was in this pain because of him.


Maxson was young when he was taught how to fire a gun- he was about three or four, just barely able to walk properly without stumbling, and he was being trained how to fire a deadly weapon.

Sure, the young children abroad the Prydwen didn’t learn to fire weapons till they were between the ages of eight and ten, however it was different for Maxson because he was destined to be the Elder from the moment that he was conceived.  

He rarely was in positions that he got to use his gun- he was far too sheltered, with a whole army of people that would be shot dead before he even got to lift a finger. And on the one hand he was entirely grateful for those dedicated soldiers that he had at his beck and call, but on the other he would much rather be out their fighting for the cause that brought them to the Commonwealth.

Danse was one of Maxson’s best soldiers. Maxson knew that sending Danse to the Commonwealth would get results, and when Danse’s team went dark he was silently devastated. When they finally got word from Danse, Maxson had ordered the Prydwen to head straight to the Commonwealth to begin helping Danse.

He trusted Danse’s judgment, and when Danse told Maxson of the Sole Survivor of Vault 111, he knew that they needed to become part of the Brotherhood- they were out on a warpath to get their infant child back, and that was the type of person that they needed to get behind them.

Sole agreed to become a Knight within the Brotherhood, and when the time came (and with a broken heart Maxson ordered Sole to kill Danse, secretly happy that Sole went against his orders) was promoted to Paladin, Maxson backed them the whole way, providing them with numerous amounts of Brotherhood resources to gain access to the Institute.

Maxson watched from the deck as Liberty Prime left the airport (a small little dot that was clearly Sole following behind), and began to throw nukes at the enemies that were stupid enough to get in it’s way. After an hour of patiently waiting for the time to come, Maxson entered his vertibird and was soon on his way to greet Sole at the Institute’s front door.

Synth after synth appeared, and Maxson stood by Sole’s side as they killed them, the presence of the Elder of the Brotherhood keeping the attentions somewhat away from the giant robot currently burning a hole in the ground.

Together, with twenty soldiers by their side (Kells wanted Maxson to be well defended), they headed down into the underbelly of the enemy. They fought hundreds of synths, a sentry bot and Sole ended up fighting with their own worst nightmare, the thought of leaving their child in a building to die alone when they’ve only just found him again.

It was when they were just about to leave when things went south. The small child had demanded to talk to Sole, and whilst they were talking to the little boy, a synth seeking revenge made its presence known, aiming it’s gun in the general direction of Sole. Not thinking of anything that he’d been taught, Maxson fired, killing the synth but also hitting Sole with a few rounds. The child screamed, and Ingram shouted at Maxson to grab Sole and the child and get in the relay.

On the roof of Mass Fusion, Sole was strong enough to push the button that ended the Institute, before collapsing on the floor in pain. Maxson heaved Sole into his arms before they headed back to the Prydwen, with Maxson administering a stim whilst flying in his vertibird.


Being the leader of the Railroad had hardened Desdemona in more ways than one. Her life had been difficult, with pain, death and anguish at every corner.

She became a member of the Railroad young, and she wasn’t much older when she became the leader of the underground movement. It was dangerous- there were so many people against everything that the Railroad stood for, therefore meaning that it was impossible to let people know that the Railroad truly did exist.  

The attack on the switchboard had hit them hard. Desdemona had chosen that location, and she had chosen it because it seemed like a good location to be in. It was a large location, with winding tunnels and small little hidey holes that could be used as protection. None of them had been expecting the attack, and none of them would have been able to predict it happening- it was just one of those things that had ended up hardening Des as a person.

They’d lost many good agents, both heavies and regular agents- Des remembered as she turned around and watched as a bullet lodged itself into the back of one of Des’s good friend’s heads and they fell to the floor lifeless.

After what happened at the Switchboard, they were desperate. Normally, they wouldn’t have let someone in as quickly as they did with Sole, but with Deacon vouching for them (something that Deacon would not really ever do for anyone else), Des had to trust that Sole wouldn’t end up stabbing them in the back.

Sole was good, listening to orders (even those orders from Carrington, which they obeyed with a little back chat) from Des and usually completing missions pretty quickly. They would stick around HQ for a day or two between missions, before heading out for the next.

And that was the reason why Des was worried. Usually, Sole would be back to HQ, however they hadn’t been back in a whole week, and even Deacon was worried. So when they came running into HQ crying Des’s name, they knew something was wrong.

“DES… DES… Brotherhood…”

Sole didn’t need to say anything- the stomping of the power armour did it for them. Des grabbed her gun, throwing the railway rifle that had been kept for Sole towards them and stood beside Sole, Deacon and Drummer waiting for the attack of the Brotherhood.

The spikes that came out of the railway rifles hurt like a bitch (which was kind of the whole point), and Des would never wish them on anyone she cared for. Which is the reason she felt so bad when a spike pierced Sole’s blue vault suit and buried itself into their skin. After the Brotherhood assaulting the back entrance were dealt with, Sole ripped the spike out of their arm before following Deacon out to help Glory, not before sending Des a look of understanding at the mistaken spike.

ktrovosky asked for some ronsey tattoo aftercare and I honestly live to serve adriana so I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble and is actually 1.8k :’)

idk how gay and sad you wanted this to be but hoooo boy it is both

Gansey finds him swaddled in cling wrap like a miserable cafeteria sandwich, his fine freckled back drenched in black and red.

“Jesus Christ.”

Ronan glances over his shoulder at him and bares his teeth.

“Badass, right?”

Gansey tuts, an impossibly condescending noise inherited from a long line of impossible, condescending people. “Declan will be livid.”

Ronan’s face twists, but he doesn’t move to spit or break or topple like he usually would. Gansey realizes all at once it’s because he’s paralyzed by pain. 

He steps closer, trying not to visibly hover.

Fuck Declan. What can he do to me that hasn’t already been done?”

Gansey rolls his eyes. “Oh but he’s constantly outdoing himself.”

“I wasn’t talking about things he’s done,” Ronan says darkly, and Gansey’s mouth twitches, indulgent.

“No. You weren’t, were you.” Gansey fingers the peeling edge of the second skin holding Ronan’s tattoo together, and he twitches violently. “He could cut you off,” Gansey suggests.

Ronan scoffs, as he knew he would. “Good thing I have a filthy fucking loaded best friend.”

Gansey warms. This has been their inside (and only) joke in the broken glass marathon of the last few months. Declan is the obstacle and Gansey the solution. He wishes it didn’t make him feel so gorgeously needed.

He wishes Ronan wasn’t in this warped custody battle between brother and friend at all, that he hadn’t found himself in sudden need of that kind of parental display. He wishes Niall Lynch would walk in right now and fill the room up wall to wall to ceiling, leather and whiskey, ground shaking laughter and crystal cruel eyes.

“What is it?” He asks quietly, eyeing the puffy black lines twisting Ronan’s back into something as angry as his insides.

Ronan shrugs delicately. “Lots of shit. Nightmares.” He seems to find this funny for some reason, and his back quakes.

“May I?” Gansey asks, a tender palm at the nape of Ronan’s neck just above where the mess begins.

He shrugs again, but there’s new tension in him, and a silence that Gansey doesn’t understand.

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imagine when harry styles gets married and is trying to explain to his wife why they’re having trouble getting pregnant “might’ve been the anti bacterial hand gel to the crotch all those years ago, or maybe the shoe or even the stuffed koala" 

Here’s the top of my makeup storage/drawer! I just keep some candles I’ve been obsessed with lately, and some anti-bacterial gels from bath & body works because they are my favorite! The one in “Island margarita” smells UH-MAY-ZING!!! The watermelon lemonade candle is my favorite candle scent from bath and body works ever! <3 And I painted that little owl in Arizona (:

Lawrence, Adam and James stayed back over half and hour after RTXAU had been kicked out of the venue and took the time to sign and take photos with everyone who had waiting 3 hours for them. And they didn’t just sign and take one stupid photo, they took the time to talk and give hugs. They drew pictures over my poster and they did unique photos like mine. Adam was lifting people into the air and James was throwing anti bacterial gel at the crowd. Lawrence was fucking gorgeous and so sweet and genuine. I only got a quick snap with Bruce as he was leaving and even he was so nice and had a good chuckle as I squealed thank you. Funhaus was the highlight of RTXAU for me and I’m so glad I’m part of such an amazing community.


i love trashy double denim loox so much i killed it today! i also clipped my anti bacterial hand gel to my jeans i rocked the OCD-esque normcore aesthetic to the max!!!!!!!