Murven text post AU where Raven and Roan are dating and Murphy schemes to break them up because HE SAW HER FIRST AND THAT ICE NATION BASTARD HAD NO RIGHT TO ASK HER ON A DATE BEFORE HE DID! 😉
The Island of Misfit Delinquents
Caw Caw Little Birdy: WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS, A SEXY RED DRESS, AND A HOT DATE WITH ROAN AZGEDA TONIGHT?!?!?!?!?!
Murph-Man: Your mom?
Caw Caw Little Birdy: THIS GIRL
Caw Caw Little Birdy: Dammit Murphy
Caw Caw Little Birdy: You fun-sucking, last-piece-of-pizza snatcher, lotioned foot slipping around in a sock, uncouth garbage human, son of a bitch
Blake 1: You’ve gotten real creative with your insults lately
Blake 2: Rey just shit on your entire life son
Commander Clarke: #loveofmylife
Blake 1: #rude
Caw Caw Little Birdy: ANYWAY
Caw Caw Little Birdy: Roan’s got it all planned out He’s picking me up at seven and we’re going to a fancy dinner and a show. There’s also talk about getting coffee as we leisurely stroll back to my apartment under the light of a thousand brilliant stars, conversing about interesting topics
Murph-Man: Roan Azgeda: A modern day Jane Austen
Blake 2: Calm yo tits, Mr. Darcy
Commander Clarke: Murphy is SUCH a Darcy
Blake 1: Clarke is Jane Bennet and I’m Mr. Bingley
Blake 2: I’ve always wanted to be a snotty society lady
Blake 2: Count me in as Caroline Bingley
Murph-Man: I actually hate you all????
Caw Caw Little Birdy: I’M LIZZIE BENNET
Caw Caw Little Birdy: Watch me read all the books and slay men’s hearts with a slightly haughty attitude
Caw Caw Little Birdy: I deserve more than to be married off to a rich man I don’t love to save my father’s estate
Commander Clakre: ^^^ Same
Blake 2: ^^^ My new Instagram bio
Blake 1 + Murph-Man
Blake 1: So……
Blake 1: How you doing with all this?
Blake 1: And by this, I mean Raven and Roan
Blake 1: And by Raven and Roan I, of course, mean them dating
Blake 1: Murphy?
Murph-Man: Sorry I can’t guzzle vodka and text at the same time
Blake 1: It’s not even noon dude
Murph-Man: Then I’ll put the vodka in some orange juice
Murph-Man: Make some toast
Murph-Man: Call it brunch
Murph-Man: Like a middle-aged rich white woman
Blake 1: Buddy…… no
The Island of Misfit Delinquents
Caw Caw Little Birdy: When you actually care about how this date will go so you shave your legs
Blake 1: Wow, when should we expect to receive the invitations to your wedding?
Murph-Man: Too much work. Just wear sweatpants and call it done
Commander Clarke: Darcy strikes again
Blake 2 added King Azgeda to the group chat
Blake 2: Plan is working perfectly
Blake 2: Or WAS
Commander Clarke: Don’t be passive aggressive to my boyfriend
Caw Caw Little Birdy: Yeah just be flat out aggressive towards him
Blake 1: Well maybe next time we try and secretly try and set up our friends, yOU GUYS WON’T BASE THE PLAN AROUND ME TRYING TO COMFORT PEOPLE
King Azgeda: Our first mistake
Blake 1: Roan you absolute winter coat made out of Wookie fur
Finally got a day off from my residency. Mom dukes made me come to the barber shop and get cleaned up cause she was tired of her boy lookin’ “scruffy”. Once you work 80+ hours a week and still have to be on call every night you forget about your physical appearance. But, you know this shape up got a man feelin’ good about himself. Posted up on snap and all the nurses at my job was on my bizzack. Now tomorrow I gotta figure out how to get them to leave me alone.
Not that I don’t want them I don’t got the timeeee.
Request: "She called her dog a
whore so I kidnapped it to give it a better home, so this is your brand new,
sorta stolen dog. If you call it anything other than fluffy, I will end you.
I’m pretty sure it’s a she. Also never take it to the park on Third.“ with
Bucky please ❤️❤️
“(Y/N)! Let me in!” The loud banging on your door and yelling
jolted you from your nap, shaking your head to regain your sense of what was
happening. “Quick! Let me in!”
You stumbled over your own feet a bit as you made your way
to the door, clumsily unlocking the final bolt just before Bucky turned the
knob and burst through into your apartment with a scruffy looking dog trailing
close behind. “Buck, what the hell is
going on that’s so urgent?” You looked
out at the hallway but found nothing, groaning and closing the door to turn and
wait for him to answer.
“You said you always wanted a dog…right?”
You shook your head as if you hadn’t heard him correctly,
now completely confused and still barely awake.
“Okay, so here’s what happened,” he began, his words falling
so quickly from his mouth that you had trouble following along, “you should
have heard the names she was calling this poor pup, and all she would do every
day when I saw her was yell, and she just didn’t seem like a nice person,
(Y/N), I swear. So today when she tied
her…I think it’s a her… to the lamp post and went for her paper I grabbed her
and ran, and I’ve been looking back the whole way here in case she saw me. But even if she did, I don’t care because she
doesn’t deserve her and I know you can give her a better home, right? But you have to call her Fluffy, because…well,
she’s pretty fluffy. Oh, and that park
on Third? You can’t go there because
that’s where we just came from. Okay?”
It felt like an out-of-body experience, sitting on the edge
of your couch as you listened to his story of dog theft, envisioning what it
must have looked like for the once-deadly assassin to tuck a small dog under
his arm and run for it’s life to save it from the mean lady. Your mouth was hanging wide open and you hadn’t
so much as flinched as he spoke, completely in shock at what you had woken up
“Take her back, Buck,” you finally mumbled, shaking yourself
“No, no way! You need
to take this dog, (Y/N). She needs you
to take her.”
“You take her! How is
this suddenly my problem?” You stood and
walked heavily to your kitchen, in desperate need of caffeine to get you going
again. “Sure, I said I wanted a dog
someday. Someday, Buck. Not today.” After pouring your coffee you took a seat at
the table, watching as he played with the dog on your floor, trying really hard
to not smile at the sight. “Is that
thing even housebroken?”
barely housebroken and you took me in,” he snickered, rolling the mutt over to
scratch her belly, amused that his metal hand was more welcome than his still
human one. “This can’t be any worse,
“Hmm, I’m not so sure.”
You set your cup on the table and leaned forward, dropping your hands
down to summon the dog to you, albeit reluctantly and only to make Bucky feel
like you were trying to entertain his idea that you might keep it. “Come here, puff ball.”
The dog slowly made its way to you and cautiously sniffed
your hand, deciding if you were trustworthy or not. After a moment the decision was made and she
jumped into your lap and began licking your face as you tried to turn
away. “Hey puppy, yeah, that’s right, I’m
not so bad.” You glanced over at Bucky,
who was watching you intently and eagerly, waiting for you to give him the word
that you would go along with it. “You
know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“Not sure what you mean.”
“Between the sad eyes from the mutt and the ones you’re
giving me, it’s making it harder to say ‘no’ to this.” You scratched lightly behind the dog’s ears,
grinning to yourself as she closed her eyes and her body began to relax at your
touch. It was only a matter of seconds
before she was sprawled over your lap and breathing heavily as she slept with
her little pink tongue sticking out. “Oh,
yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing,” you whispered.
Bucky simply smiled at his victory, grabbing your phone from
the table to snap a quick picture of you with your new housemate. “You’re a natural, I knew it.”
“Okay, here’s how this is going to work,” you said sternly,
pointing at him with your one free hand, “you brought her here but you’re not
off the hook. We split costs and she’s
with you half of the time. I’ll agree to
co-parent this kid, otherwise no deal and you take her back.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” he said quietly, pulling up a
chair to sit next to you, “parenting is really done best when both are together. In the same home…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the
floor when his nerves began to rise, “or so I’ve heard.”
“Oh, okay, I see,” you gasped in mock surprise, “this was
all an elaborate plan to ask me to move in with you. Very clever, Mr. Barnes. Very clever.”
“It wasn’t,” he sighed, “honestly. But she sure is a great accomplice if it
was. Check it out.” He gently took the dog from your lap and slid
her over to his, taking her front paws into each of his hands and holding them
together in front of her small face.
“Please, mommy,” he whined as he held her up towards you, “please
move in with daddy.” You had to cover
your mouth as you laughed, trying to not wake the still-sleeping pup. “He promises to be good.”
“Stop, you got me,” you whispered with a quiet laugh, “no
need to make promises we know you can’t keep.”
Hi Helpers! I've just created my blog and I'm trying to figure out what tags I need: like, I know a lot of people do tags like "wants," "wishlist," "about," etc. Do any of you know of any, like, masterlists of tags? Thanks!
under the cut are how i personally make tags + examples from my indies !
Han didn’t enjoy watching you and the stranger. The way you two stared at one another, and the way you laughed from whatever it was he told you, it drove him crazy.
It wasn’t until the stranger whispered something in your ear that ticked Han off.
“That’s it!” He grunted.
He stormed over to you, gripped your wrist and pulled you back to the ship.
“Han, let me go! Let me go or I swear I’ll kick your ass!” You exclaimed.
He did as he was told, once you were both inside the millennium falcon.
“What’s your problem!”
“What are you doing? Huh? Do you enjoy driving me crazy?!”
You furrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. “What are you talking about?”
“Back there. With that short scruffy lookin’ pansy!” He groaned.
As his words echoed in your ears, you were taken aback. Was he…jealous?
“Why do you care?” You asked. “It’s not like I’m the princess. I think you’ve got the wrong chick.”
His face dropped and as he stared intently at you. “Wait-” he exhaled. “You think Leia and I-We-”
You rolled your eyes, fighting back the tears. “It’s obvious how you two feel about each other.” You stated. “Every time I see you, she’s there right by your side. I see the way you two look at each other. What else is there?”
He let out a soft chuckle, causing anger to boil inside you.
“What’s so funny?”
As his chuckling died down, he took in a deep breath as he locked his gaze with yours.
“You think you know everything don’t you?” He muttered, slowly taking a step toward you.
You swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat.
“Well sorry to break it to you kid, but you couldn’t be more wrong.”
And in that moment, he closed the distance between you. Pressing his lips against yours.
I’ve been seeing these all over the place, so I thought I’d try writing a few. Here’s my first one! :)
Companions react to Sole accidentally catching a kitten in a
Cait: "Look at
that scruffy-lookin’ thing. Hardly any
meat on its body, but I guess we can use it as bait for the next
trap.“ Sole looks at Cait
disapprovingly, and she quickly senses Sole’s intentions. "Oh, no. You’re not
sayin’ ya actually want to KEEP it, are ya?
Look at it. It’s
useless!” The kitten purrs at
Sole’s touch, then runs to Cait and rubs itself against her leg, playing with
her boot. Cait blushes, watching the
little ball of fur wag its tail and swipe at her toes playfully. "Well, I … I guess there’s no harm in
keepin’ it. But I’m not cleanin’ up
after it!“ She affectionately
names it Lucky.
immediately runs to the cage and releases the tiny animal. She holds it gently and examines it for
injuries and illnesses. "C'est
trop mignon!” She turns to Sole
with a radiant smile. "My friend,
we are keeping it, yes?“ Sole
nods, kneeling down beside Curie and scratching the kitten behind its
ears. Curie mimics Sole’s behaviour and
watches in amazement as the kitten purrs and meows in contentment. "Hourra! I think this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship!” She
lovingly names it Ames.
Piper: "Look at
that,“ she says, slowly opening the cage door. "Looks like curiosity caught the cat.” She chuckles fondly. "Can’t say I haven’t been stuck in the
same predicament. Guess you and I have
a lot in common, huh?“ She reaches
into the cage, and the kitten fearlessly pounces at her hand and licks her
fingers. "Oh, I’m keeping
you. I know Nat would love a cat. What do you think?” Sole nods in approval. "Well that settles it, then. You’re coming with me. Just, uh … try not to scratch up all my
newspapers.“ The kitten meows, and Sole and Piper laugh. She ironically names it Scoop.
Dogmeat: He sniffs
the cage and the kitten bats at his nose mischievously. Sole opens the gate and watches as the two
animals cautiously approach each other.
They smell each other curiously, then let out two soft yips. Dogmeat lays down, and the kitten curls up
next to him, tucking its tail and falling asleep. They become close friends.
Sole decides it’s best to name it Catmeat.
Strong: He grumbles
as Sole pets the kitten, holding it close.
"What you want to keep it for?
Animal small, weak, not even good for full meal.” Sole frowns, then gently places it in his
hands. The kitten purrs and rubs its
cheek against his green, textured skin.
“Strong not understand, but think it likes him.” He sighs loudly, realizing that he enjoys
touching its soft fur. Sole tells him that cats enjoy milk, and Strong laughs boisterously at the
comment. "So one day cat could
become noble warrior! Strong will give
milk of human kindness!“ Sole giggles nervously, trying to ignore his outburst. "Okay. You keep. But not Strong’s fault if he steps on
it.” He has no preference for a
name, so he just calls it Cat.
X6-88: He stares at
Sole censoriously. "If you want to
keep it that’s your prerogative, but I’ll have no part in it.“ He barely acknowledges the animal, but
sometimes pets it head when he thinks Sole isn’t looking.
felines are so messy!” he gripes.
“You’re, uh … you’re not planning on keeping the beast, are
you?” Sole nods, holding the
kitten up to Codsworth’s sensors. He
studies the animal closely, but pulls back when it gives him a friendly
lick. "Well, uh … how much of a
mess can one little kitten make? It’s
not like there’s much left to ruin, anyway.
Oh, heck, let us keep it!“
He cheerfully names it Sir Fluffington.
Danse: "A cat
isn’t permitted to board the Prydwen, soldier.” Sole quickly points out that Quinlan has a cat named Emmett that
resides in his office. Danse blushes
and says, “That’s different. His
cat is … hypoallergenic.” Sole
pauses, then laughs mockingly.
“This isn’t a laughing matter, soldier! I can’t … I can’t–!”
He sneezes, then rubs his nose with a sniffle. The kitten meows and caresses its body against his armoured leg,
almost apologetically. "Well … I
guess it’ll be all right, if you’re really so bent on keeping it. Just make sure you keep it away from my
face!“ He stoically names it
haven’t seen a cat in years. Not
many of them hanging around out here.
How about it, General? Do you
think we can keep it? Looks like it’s
just a baby. If we don’t take it in, it
could die.” Sole agrees,
handing him the small animal and smiling when it scratches at his duster. "Playful little thing, aren’t
you?“ The kitten meows and nibbles
on his buttons. "Well, anyway,
let’s head out. I just got word of a
settlement that needs our help. I’ll
mark it on your map.” Sole sighs
and leads the way, while Preston carefully tucks the kitten in his coat to keep
it safe. He graciously names it Ticker.
MacCready: He can’t
help but laugh as he teases it through the bars. "Look at you. Now
why’d you go and get yourself caught like that, huh?“ The kitten meows, licking his
fingers. "You’re kinda cute,
aren’t you? A bit on the scrawny side,
but I think we can fix that.” Sole
is shocked by his friendly nature, and tells him so. "Yeah, I’m not usually one for animals, but … Lucy liked
cats. Used to own one, back before we
met. I always promised I’d find her
another one, but–“ He hides under
his hat, shielding his sad eyes. Sole
places a gentle hand on his shoulder, comforting him, then opens the cage and gives him the kitten to hold. "Are you saying we can keep it?”
Sole nods with a friendly gesture.
“Well that’s … that’s great! Thank
you! Duncan will be so excited!” He eagerly names it Sticky.
Deacon: He stares at
the kitten. The kitten stares
back. It sits on its hind legs. Deacon copies its position. It meows.
Deacon meows. It wiggles its
ears. Deacon wiggles his ears. It yawns.
Deacon yawns. The kitten reaches
between the bars, swatting at Deacon’s hand.
Deacon swats back, lightly brushing its paw. He turns to Sole, his expression unmistakably sombre. "I’m keepin’ it.“ Sole shrugs, thrown off by his weird bonding
technique. "All right, little
guy! You hear that? Looks like we’re stickin’ together from now
on.” The kitten purrs as he lets
it out of the cage. "That’s it,
buddy. Hey, that’s it!” He cups his chin, contemplating, then nods enthusiastically. “Yep, I like it. Your name is ‘Buddy’!“
The kitten mews in approval.
Hancock: He releases
it from the cage immediately, but isn’t sure what to do when it doesn’t
leave. "What’s up? Ya got a thing for ghouls or
somethin’?” He pets it gently,
then cocks half a smile when it starts to purr. "Well, damn. I guess
ya do.“ He turns to Sole with
shimmering black eyes. "Look, uh
… I don’t know much about raisin’ pets, but do ya think we could give it a
try? It’s just, I don’t wanna leave it
out here all alone.” Sole smiles
and happily agrees, then shows him the proper way to handle it. Hancock watches carefully, then copies Sole,
holding the kitten close to his chest and petting it until it falls
asleep. "Aw, hell. This may be the cutest damn thing I’ve ever
seen. I guess we’ll have to give it a
name, huh?“ He struggles between
Jet and Liberty, but ultimately decides that Liberty– or Libby, for short– is
more patriotic. Plus Sole kind of
Nick: He kneels
down, then opens the cage and slowly reaches for the hungry kitten. He watches for any hint of fear, thinking it
might cower at his flashy mechanical parts.
But it isn’t afraid. In fact, it
seems to like him. Nick flinches as the kitten runs out of the cage and rubs itself against his
trench coat. In response, he carefully
and calculatedly scratches behind its ears with his metal fingertips. The kitten purrs, then jumps into his lap
and falls asleep, curling up against his stomach. Nick smiles peacefully. "Thanks, little guy.
You really know how to make a synth feel welcome.” Sole smiles and tells Nick to keep it,
saying there’s no man better suited for the job. "Thanks, partner.
That … that really means a lot to me.“ He cherishingly names it Ace.