Aries: When I asked for your fortune today, the stars gave me a coffee table book with a sword stabbed through it. Congrats!
Taurus: Two trains leave a station headed in opposite directions, one is travelling at 35m/s the other at 70m/s, after thirty seconds what is the distance between them? Write your answer on a piece of graph paper and set it alight during sunset. Show your work.
Gemini: Time will be green apple flavored today.
Cancer: You dropped a pen the other day, but a sprite noticed it and returned it to your pocket. Repay them soon with an offering of food or they will steal your teeth.
Cancer: The afterlife is the same as this one but its a sickass metal remix. Just you wait!
Leo: The ghost of an old sharpshooter sits in the belfry of the church. He watches over the bridges of your town. The glint of his rifle scope can be seen at sunrise.
Virgo: The world is played in a minor key but ultimately has optimistic lyrics.
Libra: Death never knocks, they sort of barrel roll through the window and fireman carry you to the afterlife. Never expect the world to be as serious as you think it will be.
Scorpio: Gardens dont grow from wounds dear. Scars do. Scars are badass.
Ophiuchus: The stars say cool halberd.
Sagittarius: You deserve the good shit. You may not be able to pay for the good shit, but you deserve it nonetheless.
Capricorn: A great porcelain warship with a human heart. An excellent place for lunch.
Aquarius: If we evolved from monkeys than why are there still monkeys? I could beat a monkey in a fight just watch me. Bring me the finest chimp you have right now and we will throw down. Ill make sure we dont have monkeys anymore.
Pisces: Your guardian angel is rotten. But thats okay! She grows mushrooms on her skin now! Decomposers are an important part of any ecosystem.
“Hey, Lance, you have a visual on Keith?” Pidge asked.
Lance peered through the scope on his sniper rifle, the technology zeroing in on Keith despite being forty feet up an alien tree. Through the dense canopy, he could see the red armor dart in between the sentries posted, dispatching them quickly with little to-do.
He tore off his helmet; sweat matting his black hair to his forehead and neck. Shaking his head, with the help of the scope, he could see every drop of sweat that was flung off of him. Setting his helmet down he took a leather-like strip he got from a planet from a hidden compartment in his armor to tie his hair up, a stumpy little ponytail in the back of his head.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, ye-yeah, I got a visual.”
“You okay there, buddy?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Hunk. Just need some water. This is a very humid planet. Just stay on standby until we need ya.”
“Well, it should be relatively low populated. Whoever was here before must have either gone underground or escaped when the Galra arrived.” Pidge intoned, sounding just like a nature documentary voice over. When he said so he could hear her eye roll over the comms. “Really?”
“Well, I’m not calling it your hacker voice.”
“Uuuggghhhhhh. Shut uuuppp!”
“Guys,” the voice of reason sighed.
“Sorry, Shiro,” they chorused.
Lance cleared his throat again. “Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone here but me and Keith. And a few sentries but they’re dead now.”
“Hmm, okay, just be careful, you too Keith, okay? The scans said the place was abandoned but you can’t be too sure.”
“Uh, yeah, he can’t hear you, he took his helmet off.”
Manufactured by Smith and Wesson c.1879-1887 - serial number 589. .320 S&W six-round cylinder, 18″ barrel, single action, top break action, removable stock, wooden foregrip, tube scope, nickel plated. An evolution of the Schofield. Although a great revolver, it was a lackluster repeating rifle compared to a lever gun.
So nice to see your face again, tell me how long has it been Since you’ve been here. You look so different than before But still the person I adore, frozen with fear
HYDRA had kidnapped [Y/N] for leverage on Captain America back in the forties. Little did they know that even though [Y/N] was a good friend of Steve Rogers, she would have been more useful in using her against Sergeant Barnes. She was the love of his life, the one dame who could take his breath away every single time she walked into a room. She had powers over him that he never thought a woman could have. But, sure enough [Y/N] had them and fell just as hard.
Fast forward to when HYDRA had their files leaked, JARVIS caught and deciphered most of them. Leaving Steve with the information that a girl he had grown up with was frozen in time just like he had been. There was no argument on whether or not he would go get her because before he could discuss with anyone, he was already on his way.
It took months for her cope with the fact that her last memory was being bound and gagged against her will with scientists hooking IV’s and strange equipment to her body and then the next, she was waking up to a familiar face but in an unfamiliar time. Struggle was an understatement because she couldn’t understand how any of the things she was going through was actually happening.
But, time was the only thing that would help her. And eventually, she adapted. [Y/N] wasn’t quite as strong as the others but where she lacked in strength, she made up for in her precision. [Y/N] could calculate fight sequences before they happened, and it was like every weapon you threw in her hand, she knew exactly how to use it despite the fact that she had never picked up one prior. It was scary how she never missed and [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to tell you how she knew how to do some of things that she could do. She just knew.
“The Winter Soldier’s a ghost, huh?” [Y/N] said sarcastically as she watch the shadow move across the rooftops through her scope. Re-positioning the rifle against her shoulder, she looked through the scope again. “Looks well and alive to me.”
“Do you have a clear shot?” Steve asked.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got a real clear shot.” Zooming her scope in, “Do we want him dead or alive?”
“Alive.” Steve growled.
[Y/N] chuckled, “Alive it is.” Just as she was about to move her aim towards the man’s shoulder, she caught sight of a pair of eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “No.” She whispered, low enough for her team members to not hear.
“Hello? [Y/N] you going to take the shot?” Natasha asked, her tone a little annoyed. “He’s going to get away!”
Struggling to regain her focus, she desperately tried to get a good aim on him before he ducked down between two buildings. Cursing in her head, she yanked the rifle away from herself. Running her hands through her hair, she kicked the rooftop railing. “Steve, private talk, now.”
In minutes, the kid she knew from Brooklyn was waltzing through the rooftop stairwell. His face was laced with concern and slight annoyance. “[Y/N]? What happened? You said you had a clear shot.” He removed his earpiece and turned it off, watching as [Y/N] did the same.
[Y/N] inhaled deeply, her eyes staring up at the dark sky. “I never asked you about Bucky because I didn’t want to know.”
Steve’s brows knitted together, he had always wondered why [Y/N] never asked about Bucky. At first, he thought it was because she didn’t remember but after she started to recall memories, it didn’t make sense why she didn’t ask about the man who swept her off her feet all those years ago. “Okay? I’m not trying to be insensitive right now, [Y/N], because I know how much Buck meant to you but why is this relevant?”
She ignored his question, “What did Bucky and I used to tell each other every single day before we left to go our separate ways?”
Steve could never forget, it was like clockwork every time they’d say goodbye or goodnight to each other. Steve had so desperately wanted a relationship like that, to look a girl and just have the words slip right out his mouth before he even thought about them. “Bucky would ask you to smile and he’d say, ‘you’ve got the best damn smile in this town, a smile I could never forget even if I tried.’ And you would follow with, ‘and you’ve got the best damn pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen, eyes I will never forget in a million years.’”
[Y/N] smiled, trying to remember the last time they had shared those loving words. She wasn’t sure if he actually meant it, but she sure did. “I meant that, every single word.”
Steve nodded, unsure of where this was going but not going to interrupt her trip down memory lane because perhaps this was why she missed the opportunity to shoot the Winter Soldier. If she needed to vent, Steve wasn’t going to stop her. “I know, and Buck did too.”
“Steve, what exactly happened to Bucky?”
He inhaled, “Long story short and to spare you the details, he died during one of our missions.”
[Y/N] turned away from him, looking at the spot where the Winter Soldier had just been. “What was the mission?”
“To destroy HYDRA bases,” Steve stepped forward, concerned. “[Y/N] why are you suddenly interested in this now?”
A tear slid down her cheek, as she turned to face Steve. “You and I are not the only ones who were frozen in time.” Inhaling deeply, she firmly spoke through her teeth. “The Winter Soldier is a ghost, Steve. It’s Bucky, I know because I saw his eyes.”
Kind of tempted to do a part two. Anyone interested?
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 2510
Warnings:Same as always
A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback again I’m completely blown away. Sorry that tags have been finicky, not sure what tumblr’s deal is lately. I hope you like this chapter, thanks for sticking around!
crisp, cold air outside the club was a welcoming relief but did little to halt
the burning tears cascading down your cheeks or the hot waves of mortification
and shame radiating out from deep within your very being. The cold air bit at your nose and throat as
you allowed yourself to suck in great gulps in attempts to keep the impending
panic attack at bay.
This can’t be happening, this wasn’t supposed
to happen. Ethan stood at the curb, attempting to hail a
cab while you toiled over your interaction with Bucky. This wasn’t like how it was in the movies. Wasn’t Bucky supposed to be completely
awestruck with your transformation?
Shouldn’t he have been at a loss for words? Instead he was completely
taken aback for all the wrong reasons.
He’d looked at you with utter confusion, probably wondering what the
hell you were doing in a dress,
wearing makeup, sporting heels, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing…and
he didn’t like it at all.
CETME Model C battle rifle with Eltro B8-V infrared scope
Designed by Ludwig Vorgrimler, manufactured by
Centro de Estudios Tecnicos de Materiales Especiales in Spain c.1957~. 7,62x51mm Nato 20-round single-stack removable box magazine, roller-locked delayed blowback, select fire, B8-V infrared 4X scope and 100m-range infrared light. A gun developed from the StG44 mounting a device developed from the Zielgerät 1229 ‘Vampir’ that accompanied it. Note that this gun is the direct basis for H&K’s G3 battle rifle. Ludwig Vorgrimler sounds like the kind of guy that moonlights as a warrior-priest of Sigmar.
This post is divided in multiple pieces to not be too long.
Gender ratio: Neutral (They usually identify as a she)
Diet: Mp and Mana (all not necessary for survival)
Habitat requirements: A quiet and peaceful place (generally not so bright areas too), where they can sleep in peace.
Alice dolls are life-sized dolls that spend most of their existence blissfully asleep. The origins of these dolls date a few centuries back, a master toy-maker and his wife were longing for a child of their own, yet could not have any. Every time the toy-maker made a doll, he’d treat and make them with care, as if they were the beloved children he never had. One day, the dolls came to life with a wish upon a star. The toy-maker, his wife and the dolls would spend lots of time together, reading books, watching the night sky, having picnics and so on. But then, many years later, the toy-maker died alongside his wife. The two died peacefully in their sleep. Once the dolls found them, they too, went back to sleep thinking they were asleep. Hoping that they too, will join their makers in the blissful dreamland.
Attack: Once sensing someone’s presence by them being closer than four feet or hearing them, they wake up and charge at the character trying to hit them, slap them, kick them and all kinds of physical attacks. If they can no longer see of hear the character(-s), they will go back to sleep.
Drop item: Loli shoes, loli wig, loli dress, loli socks and indestructible string.(one of these randomly each time they are defeated)
Gender ratio: Unknown
Diet: The souls of the innocent and hp
Habitat requirements: Dark and spooky places. Preferably dark, misty forests and old haunted houses.
Noroi.. the spooky cousin of the Frost lasses. They love to give anyone a scare and are successful a most of the time. Their bodies are see-through, extendable an very flexible. Being able to camouflage themselves as mist and so on. They are very mischievous and rarely show themselves unless for pranks.
Attacks: They slowly seep away the character’s hp whilst giving them the spook.
They curse the character to be very unlucky for an hour.
Drop items: Cursed halo (rare)
Gender ratio: 60% male 40% female
Diet: Unknown. they are a flying eyeball for Pete’s sake!
Habitat requirements: No sand, moist and cool places with few sharp objects.
The Dave are seasonal creatures, never seen around winter. Their wings can bring them to about 10 miles per hour.
Why they were called Dave? Well the one who discovered them made a mistake whilst writing. Somewhere in the world there is a kid named
Oculothorax. (The man mistook his childs birth certificate for the monster’s file)
Attack: Laser eye.
Drop items: Dave wings (common)
Gender ratio: 90% male 10% female
Diet: A human’s diet.
Habitats: The forest and in the woods on the road to the Demon King.
Children of cyclopes, they play around in the forest. Being fascinated by the story of Robin hood, they steal from anyone that catch their eye (ey? ey? no? okay). The girls were more fascinated with the story of cinderella, except for a few. Who went along with the little Robin hood wannabes.
Having one eye, they are not able to see in depth, making them master snipers from birth. Even with high accuracy and being good blacksmiths, they are still children.
Attack: They use bows, swords and shields.
Drop item: basic Bow(rare), sword (rare), Shield(rare) M24 sniper rifle without scope(ultra rare)
(I forgot to name them so… yeah..)
Gender ratio: 60% male 40% female
Diet: The rich minerals of the ground, sunlight and meat.
Habitat requirements: Lots of sunlight, water and rich ground.
Leonidas are wise beings that rule over many monsters in the forest.
Attack: They are able to pounce on you and bite with their strong jaws and sharp teeth. With their roar, they are able to call for back up. Leonidas are also able to control vines.
Drop items: Leonidas Fang(rare) Flower of power(common)
The occupation and blockade of Wounded Knee began as a demonstration for Lakota rights organized by members of the AIM. For the Lakota people, the community has great significance. In 1890, Wounded Knee was the site of a major clash between the Lakota and the United States Army, an event many consider to be the end of the Indian Wars.
Five weeks later than I planned to post it, but anyway.Some steampunk Toothless sketches to match Hiccup
I feel like explaining this one a bit: Toothless is not a robot, he misses both his tail fin and part of his wing. Hiccup made him fly again by adding metal parts to his wing to support the fabric (or leather) that covers the wound. His tail is the auto-tail from GOTNF but can also be operated using the pedals.
Around his head he has a headpiece and a monocle that serves as some sort of rifle scope. When Toothless is angry he lays down his ears and the monocle comes down to ensure that the night fury truly never misses. On that same ear he has a small pocket watch so Hiccup can see what time it is. The other half is just contraweight (that I had a lot of fun drawing details on).
Cait - She really thought this gig would be easy; go to that building which was once, according to Sole, a very expensive restaurant, get back some ruddy old book from a group of raiders and proceed to return it to this loner ghoul guy, which was now living in Sanctuary. She wasn’t expecting those raiders to be as crazy as a bag of molerats, nor she expected there would be so many of them. They did get the book, but by time they were exiting, hell broke loose. A bloody chase started and Cait felt like a rabbit being persecuted by a pack of dogs.
Sole made a sharp turn and Cait copied it only to have her wrist grabbed and was dragged into what looked a tube. It was a tight fit, but Cait didn’t have time to shift into a more comfortable position as there was a strange noise and a door closed. Cait was enveloped in absolute darkness. From all the running, her skin was on fire and she was breathing heavily. Not to mention she was squeezed so close to Sole, shfel- uld feel their breath on her cheek. The small space got even hotter for her and she didn’t dare to say anything. After a few minutes, Sole spoke: “I think we’re clear.” She could feel the vibrations of their voice and it made her shiver a bit. The door was open and she got out, her knees a bit weak. The cool air of Commonwealth hit her pleasantly as she looked around. Indeed, there were only the two of them, nobody else in sight. “Damn chem-heads,” she swore, and set off to Sanctuary, Sole following close behind.
Curie - Curie felt intrigued by radstorms, lightnings cutting through the dark green sky and deep thunder that seemed to move the whole ground. However, after being transformed into a body which wasn’t resistant to radiation, the storms have lost a bit of their magic for Curie. “Um, do you think we could stop for a while, I am not feeling very good.” Sole looked around. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. Looking through the scope of their sniper rifle, they finally saw something. A Pulowski shelter. It wasn’t the optimal solution, but it would do. After all, these things were meant to last. Without a word, they took Curie’s hand and put her arm over their shoulders. Their own arm supported her waist and they swiftly set off for the shelter.
Curie felt her face heat up a bit, but said nothing. Sole opened the door and Curie staggered in. She turned a bit and was meet with Sole’s face, inches from her own. She flushed further and Sole closed the shelter door and put the two of them into darkness, which was Curie grateful for. Darkness calmed her down, for some reason, as did small spaces. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she’d spent most her life in the Vault. She unconsciously leaned into the body before her, Sole was so warm, their presence so reassuring. Curie flinched a bit, when she felt their hand on her shoulder, drawing small circles there. She felt herself go red again, but didn’t say anything, enjoying the closeness.
Danse - He didn’t like the idea of going into such enclosed space one bit. Sure, they were being chase by gunners and the only reason said gunners weren’t dead by now was the fact Danse wasn’t wearing his power armour. He didn’t agree to Sole’s opinion, that this job would be easier without it, but he had to admit that being sneaky in a gigantic metal suit might not be an easy task. He swore under his breath as he reluctantly took Sole’s hand and hoisted himself up into the metal coffin.
They barely fit there together, his chest was squeezed tight against Sole’s back and Danse could feel their heart beating alongside his own in rapid speed. He exhaled deeply, his hot breath warming Sole’s neck. In the darkness, he could feel his hand being squeezed by a bit smaller one: “Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here in a bit,” said Sole, in a calm voice. Danse hoped so, he has never been so close to Sole before and now he could feel their every movement, even before they did it. The sounds from outside died and he noticed Sole holding their breath, to hear better. A button was pushed and the door opened, giving them crush radioactive air. They must have looked comical, trying to push themselves out of the small shelter, but Danse didn’t really care; he was a bit flustered about the whole situation and was glad to have some space to think about it.
Deacon - “You can’t be serious,” was the first thing he said after Sole moved their head towards the Pulowski shelter. Sole looked at him with a bored expression: “Do you have any better ideas, wise guy?” Deacon let out a sigh and went to open the tube shaped structure. He got in and Sole climbed after him. The radiation from the storm was moving the arrow on their Pip-Boy Geiger counter seriously high and he could see they were getting paler by the minute.
“Not exactly what I imagined under ‘Seven minutes in Heaven’,” said Deacon after the for closed and he could no longer see their face, which was metre inches from his own. Sole chuckled and he felt the vibrations in their chest as they did. With some difficulty, he put his hands on their face. “Deacon, what-uh, what exactly are you doing?” Sole said in a confused, yet entertained voice. Deacon hushed them and spoke: “I’m seeing if I would be able to recognise you, if I went blind.” He could almost see their eyes rolling and let out a laugh as he traced his fingers over their cheeks, forehead, eyes (Sole ‘ouched’ when he accidentally poked their eye with his fingernail), then nose, chin and finally their lips. Then he pinched their cheeks and they giggled.
The last thunder rolled around and after that the rain stopped, as well as the storm itself. They left the shelter, but instead of carrying on to their original destination, Deacon pulled them close to him again, staring at them. Sole was just about to ask what is it now, but Deacon spoke first: “Aah, I knew I felt a scar there!” He pointed to a tiny, barely visible scar under their chin. Now he actually could see Sole rolling their eyes and he grinned. Walking away, he made them tell him when and where did they get said scar.
Hancock He couldn’t deny it was very intimate, stuck in such a tight space with such a gorgeous person Sole was. Sure, they were super mutants searching for them, shooting at random objects, as if that ruined tree could be a puny human and a ghoul, but their radiation fried brains couldn’t imagine that said people might be in the only thing around that could contain them. Sole had their back to him and he could feel them shivering a bit under the effects of adrenaline pumping through their veins. He didn’t think it was appropriate what he was about to do, but then again, he never was appropriate. Hancock’s hands found their waist and he started massaging it. They tensed a bit before relaxing into his touch.
He continued stroking their waist, before going to their hips, gently swaying them. He felt rather daring, he wasn’t met by any resistance from them and he swore he even felt them leaning to him, so he used the situation and let his ruined lips touch their bare neck. They let out a small gasp, but didn’t pull away. Hancock continued to plant butterfly kisses on the soft skin, enjoying the darkness and silence. Silence? He pulled away just a little, so his mouth was still ghosting over the slightly damp skin, “The muties are gone,” he said softly. Sole shivered under the words spoken right next to their artery. “Yeah. Have been for a while,” they said. Hancock grinned against their neck. As they made no effort to let them out of the shelter, he took it as an invitation to shower them with affection for a little longer.
MacCready - “Oh crap…” said the lanky sniper quietly as he swiftly grabbed Sole’s wrist and pulled them back. They turned at him and mouthed ‘What’s up’ and MacCready answered in a whisper: “That’s David Fergusson,” he pointed to this tall, muscular raider standing on a balcony of a nearby building. He suddenly turned their way and MacCready scurried to get them out of sight, unconsciously getting them both into a conveniently placed Pulowski shelter. He closed the door behind them and continued, “We used to run together for a while. But he got too… extreme, so I stole his cap stash and bailed. And well, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about me popping up to say hi.” Only now he noticed how close they were and instantly went tense.
As time went by, he started seeing this person who was slowly becoming 'the legend of the Commonwealth’ in a different light, in a more-than-a-friend kind of way. He had to suppress a chuckle as he remembered he had a thing for legends. He remembered that mungo, who once came into Little Lamplight, seeking an entrance to a vault there. They did become a legend. His name being said had kicked him out of his thoughts. Once again, he was reminded of their situation and of how close they both were, their noses almost touching. “Yeah?” he managed to say. “Not that I didn’t enjoy you being this close to me, but this thing is broken, we’re running out of oxygen.” Only now did he notice the fact it has become a bit hard to breath. He pushed the button to release the door and almost fell out of the tube. Luckily, they grabbed his wrist to support him. Very quietly they crept away from the building. Old affairs can wait a bit longer, MacCready thought.
Nick Valentine - He damned his fans for whirling so loud as his chest was pressed tight against their own. But what can you do, when you have 50 feral ghouls and 15 bullets? He and Sole hid in one of those pre-war personal shelters. They were built to accommodate only one person, true, but they somehow managed to squeeze in. He wasn’t too concerned about the ghouls, the pack of them seemed to be moving with purpose. That seemed strange to him, considering the radiation melted brains the ghouls had, but it was better not to mention it. What did concern him though, was how much he enjoyed having them this close. If he had a normal human heart, it would be thumping in a crazy speed right now.
He tried to joke a bit: “This would be rather romantic, be it a different situation, huh?” He felt Sole’s chuckle before it left their lips. “Why a different situation?” was all they said before he felt their perfect lips on his own rugged ones. On instinct, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the left. He felt as if he was overheating, just from the kiss. Their hand went to his throat and then his cheek. As light headed as he was, Nick pushed them into the wall behind them, deepening the kiss. Unfortunately, Sole needed oxygen, so they pulled away after what felt like an eternity. Nick could actually feel their heart hammering like crazy against his own chest. Few more kisses were shared before the only thing they heard was silence. The door was opened and Sole got out. They turned to face him and Nick could see their cheeks bearing a crimson hue to them. They smiled and extended a hand his way, hand which he happily took.
Piper - “This is, uh, awkward,” she said, red from head to toe. They were so close she could feel their breath warming up her already hot cheeks. Her mind was screaming at her to just stop talking, 'cause it felt like she was embarrassing herself even further. She couldn’t help it, though. For someone who woke up after being frozen for 200 years, only to find themselves without their spouse and child, they were dealing with the wasteland like a boss. They were like a superhero for Piper. Despite their own troubles, they still went and helped out everyone who needed help, without a word. Which was kind of the reason they got stuck in this thing, really.
Bloodbugs, bloatflies and giant ants… Real lovely. Sole hoped that things would calm down a bit, if they his for a while. Sure, Piper did hear the various buzzes growing fainter and fainter by the second, but it didn’t help the fact her whole body was on fire from the closeness. “Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here before you know it,” they said and it took Piper a moment to realise that they were answering what she’d said earlier. It must have only been a few seconds, but for Piper it felt much longer. “Hey,” they said, grabbing her hand in the darkness. She flinched, but turned her attention to them, “we’ll get out of this thing and run like hell. OK?” Piper uttered a soft 'ok’ and Sole started counting down. The button was pushed and they basically dragged her along, their hand still squeezing hers. They turned to look at her and Piper saw that they were laughing. Seeing them so giddy while running away from gigantic bugs, hand in hand, as if they were children running away from security guards; she couldn’t help but laugh too.
Preston - “I don’t know, general. These things are meant to be used by one person,” said Preston, nervous look on his face. Sure, they could probably fit in, but the thought of himself and Sole being squeezed against one another like that, for who knows how long… He was long aware of his feelings towards them and he was ready to never act on them. He was very much afraid of rejection, be it because they just don’t feel this way about him, or that they still aren’t over their spouse. And to be so close to them, he wasn’t really sure he could handle it. “Preston, please, there isn’t any other thing around here that could be used as shelter. And you can’t possibly tell me you’re not feeling a bit ill too.”
Preston did feel a bit ill, radiation from the storm seeping into his system, but it still felt like a better solution than this. “Come on, Preston, I don’t bite,” they called. He grunted and climbed into the metal tube. The door closed and total darkness surrounded them. Their chest was warm against his own as was their breath he felt against his cheek. They smelled of gunpowder, soap and something Preston couldn’t identify, but he knew it was a smell characteristic to them. He hoped he wasn’t breathing too heavily, but it seemed to him their smell enveloped the whole shelter. It was way too pleasant. “Are you okay? You seem a bit tense,” they spoke, their hands going for his shoulders, massaging them. It was too much “General, I…” was all he managed to say, before he pushed his lips against theirs. As soon as he realised what he had done, he pulled away again. “I’m so sorry!” he almost yelled. Their grip on his shoulders didn’t falter, though. “Sorry for what, Preston?” He could hear the smile in their voice. He thought that he might be imagining it, or dreaming. Either way, he didn’t want it go to waste and swiftly kissed his general again. And again.
X6-88 - He really saw no reason he should get into the tight shelter. He did have enough ammunition for both of them, but Sole insisted they needed a bit of a breather. So he complied, closing the heavy door behind him. He head some rummaging, then the uncomfortable sound of needle breaking skin, then a quiet 'whoosh’ as Sole let the Stimpak do it’s magic. Then a quiet sigh as Sole’s pain was fading away. They were so close, X6 could literally feel the sigh before they let it out. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but he was restless. Out there, he could protect them, but here they were sitting ducks. Sure, the thing was heavily built, but he didn’t see one surviving missiles, or mini-nukes. He actually didn’t see anyone firing a missile or a mini-nuke at it in the first place, but still. That’s why he was so restless, it surely had nothing to do with them being so close, or anything like that. Oh, how X6 wanted to get out and fight instead of having to deal with his thoughts…