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lelelego · 1 year
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#12 for eli :)
i want to be the change lol
🧍‍♂️ ask me about guys 🧍‍♂️
(also THANK YOU for the eli/fnv ask :^) )
12. Grudges and vendettas
aside from the guys from his past who were intending to sell him against his will, eli doesn't have any... BIG grudges! you have to really fuck up somehow to get into Big Shit with him - big fan of second chances, wanting to see the good in people... if there's absolutely one thing he won't tolerate, it's a callous attitude towards other people/their hard work, so clearly it means he has beef with a lot of people working for the NCR
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(both in scientist positions?? coincidence???)
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raythekiller · 10 months
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💕 and 🔥 for EJ please??
(also can I be 🐇 anon? ^^)
ofc!! welcome to the family <3
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EYELESS JACK is extremely doting as a lover. For you to give a chance to him, a vile and disgusting creature (as he sees himself, at least) makes you almost like a saint in his eyes. He might not be the clingiest or neediest of partners, but he'll never deny you affection when you need or ask for it. He just can't say no to you.
As for dislikes, I've mentioned this before, but he can't stand people messing with his things without asking for permission first. It's fine if they ask, he'll probably say yes anyway, but it's the without permission part that drives him crazy.
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onlineviolence · 3 months
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pleh
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for-the-sake-of-color · 2 months
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Bonk! with Nihlus?
[Color Palette Ask Game] by @thoughtfulrobot
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH thank you so much this one was a lot of fun to do!!!!!
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Nihlus in Bonk!
or: Nihlus receives a Lesson in becoming a Sith during his time at the Academy that he will not soon forget
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idontknowreallywhy · 2 months
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for the fic writer asks <3
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Hello!
10 - Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up
Typed it into Notes app on my phone where live most of my drafty bits - no “blinks” but I use the word “blinked” an excessive amount… basically every doc comes up 🤭😳 I mean the characters have gotta keep their eyes hydrated… right?
This is the most recent un-posted one:
She checked her seatbelt for the twentieth time and forced herself to breathe evenly. She was in a seat, not in a crate. This was safe. This was legal. Nobody was going to catch her. Nobody would die. She trusted the pilot with her life. It was an airfield it was supposed to smell of fuel. She was in a seat. With a belt. She was supposed to be here. It was… a plane. She… felt herself sliding uncontrollably in the darkness…
She jumped as a gentle touch to her arm dragged her back. She blinked the grey fog from the edges of her vision and tried to wrestle her heart rate into something resembling functional.
“Estera? You with me?”
Scott was twisted around in the pilot seat, that all too familiar crinkle of concern between his eyebrows. She swallowed and nodded furiously.
28 - On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?
String… length thereof… some days I’ll struggle to manage a sentence even though my head is full of scenes… others I get in a bit of a frenzy and write a few thousand words… then spend ages messing about with them so most won’t make the cut. If I’m in commute one-shot mode I guess between 500-1000 words?
41 - Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?
I am an avid re-reader. If I need to relax/escape, rather than picking up something new I will more often will pick up a book I have already read and get embroiled all over again - I don’t find knowing the ending spoils it in the slightest. I still ride the same rollercoaster. The same goes for fanfics. Some days I just need one of the stories I already know will carry me away - there are a couple I could probably write out large chunks of if asked I’ve read them that many times… @gumnut-logic’s VT Green, @sweet-christabel’s Misconceptions, @womble1’s Hallmark Christmas and @lenle-g & @tsarinatorment’s Just a Bruise (which will forever be known to me as “the comfort rock” being some notable examples…
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“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” 
Miller and John
From this prompt list!
"You know, for all the things I was worried about happening on shore leave, this wasn't one of them." Miller chuckles even as his eyes dart to John's face. His hands are gentle as he spreads the cooling gel over the worst of the sunburn.
John sits patiently with a frown firmly on his face. There's gel on the top of his nose and cheeks, just visible enough to draw his eye down. Distracting.
"I thought you wore a hat?" Miller asks, his voice confused.
"I did." John states with a sigh.
"Huh." Miller was probably wondering how a human being went from white to burned in such a short amount of time.
He scratches absentmindedly at his arm. It's strange, having worked so hard to remember how to move without the armor that he can do it without a thought. Maybe the R&R everyone had been pushing on him had some benefits.
Except for the risk of burning in the sun. He knew he was pale, but this was ridiculous.
“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.” Miller chides.
Of course John went to Miller rather than let Kelly or the rest of Blue Team see that 1. he had gone outside, and 2. the consequences of said venture. Miller worried about normal things like ticket prices and public transportation. He treated John like another awkward guy rather than a timebomb.
"You'll end up with a farmer's tan once it fades but it's not like the gear shows that off. We're gonna have to let the stuff dry before anything else."
John nods and looks at the gel on his arms and face. "Thanks."
"We should stick to something indoors. I heard there's an aquarium a couple blocks north of here." Miller says pulling up his wrist and the cheap chatter on it to look at his itinerary he doesn't know John knows he made. "They have a military discount! I mean if you want."
A grown Spartan has no right looking that sheepish.
"Might be nice seeing animals not trying to attack me." John says and gestures for Miller to lead.
"Oh. Yeah sure!" John can see the wheels turning in Miller's head as he struggles not to follow that line of thought. "It's mostly fish. Fish are calming. You don't have bad experiences with fish, do you?"
John opens his mouth to watch Miller deflate and then he smiles. "Fish are fine."
Miller lights up.
"Just no mushrooms."
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the-drayster · 2 months
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// Worldbuilding Ask Game!
I wanted to make an ask game, and I love worldbuilding and hearing about other people's worldbuilding, sooo.... Here we go!
The answer can be related to the character specifically, or just a general piece of worldbuilding! Either works!!
These are intentionally vague, by the way, so that I don't back people into corners. They're supposed to be topics, not a specific question.
Wild card! Random piece of worldbuilding, Mod's choice!
TV shows
Religion
Travel
Food
Language
Home
Family
Clothing
Tourist industry
Wild card Part Two! Anon's choice!
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anthenasikes · 1 year
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Sara Chidouin for da ask game
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FAVORITE GIRL ?!!?!?yeas
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lapinneok · 9 months
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fuck, marry, kill: delilah, breanna, emily, GO
OH GOD. THIS WAS A HARD ONE
fuck emily, marry breanna, kill delilah
what about you. i need to know
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lelelego · 1 year
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:^)
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raythekiller · 10 months
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👗 for EJ and Jane maybe?
- 🐚 anon
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When EYELESS JACK isn't wearing his usual black hoodie and jeans, he actually has a little bit of a dark academia vibe to him. I'm talking full on white blouse, black trenchcoat and slacks complete with some oxford shoes. Big fan of neutral and dark tones in general. Has a collection of sweaters.
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JANE, on the other hand, is a full blown goth dream babe. Faux leather skirts, lolita-like dresses, fishnet thigh-highs and tops, spiky chokers, demonias and black high heels, tight leather jackets, corsets - the list goes on. Super invested in accessories like necklaces and rings as well as her makeup, which is super elaborate and takes hours to put on.
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onlineviolence · 24 years
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🐾 like if you Read it🐾
PROSHIP / TERF etc. get out of here
drawing box: https://drawme.share-on.me/share
#special tag for oc list
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libraryofjoy · 6 months
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Trick or treat! 🎃
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Have a Kit Kat!
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idontknowreallywhy · 2 months
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Get to know your fic writer ask!
75. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?
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Ahahahahaa absolute chaos. Ask poor long-suffering @sofasurf who is with the patience of a saint trying to co-author a fic with me and I’m like “HEY, I just wrote a scene from maybe 30 chapters in the future which totally changes everything, cool right?”
I have so far once tried to write something entirely chronologically twice - the first time I ran out of steam because I didn’t have an idea to hook the middle scenes on in order to get the characters to the last bit. The second almost worked but I still ended up drafting the last half of the 5th chapter before the 3rd 🤣…
I think mostly I tend to get captivated by an Idea and then write that scene… and the same with a load of other scenes… and then if I can manage to write the bits inbetween to make it all make sense to tell the narrative that’s taken over my brain… then I guess that counts as a story even if the journey to get there has looked like a web made by a hallucinating spider…
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stumpy i like receiving damage from your writing so i will submit "things you said when the world was ending"
“Captain Lasky to all hands! Battle stations! This is not a drill!”
Alarms blare and emergency lights flash. The room is doused in red and the sirens wail like banshees. He drops his datapad and looks at the ceiling in horror before his coworkers' cries snap his attention back into focus. Something terrible was happening and there was no time to stand around and wait for the news to reach them.
Voices yelling in the hallways turn to screams and he ducks down behind the desk with his teammates. Clanking metal, flaring like flames walks into the room before exploding into a burst of cinders as gunfire erupts behind it. Yells echo again, this time orders to move.
This was supposed to be a safe contract. The Infinity had an army onboard! and Spartans!
But now things out of his nightmares were teleporting onto the ship! At least the aliens boarded via the hangars, but this new hell had Esparza scared out of his mind. He followed a handful of others being hustled from the crew quarters towards any place with armed comrades. They were sitting ducks otherwise.
Marines corral the unarmed crew members to whatever passed for safety as their flying fortress is boarded by machines that can ghost past their defenses. Esparza follows them to parts of the ship he's never seen before. He usually stayed in engineering and his brain is in overdrive as adrenaline floods his system.
His eyes see nothing and everything, fixating on the way the doors are too big and the way his brain cannot remember which hallway they took to get here. Blurred vision and detailed memories mix in his mind as his heart beats rabbit-quick.
They're hustled quickly into some kind of communications room. A holotable sits with it's display updating in real time as ships approach the Infinity. The marines nod to a Spartan and then turn back to the hallway, already moving towards their next objective.
A Spartan. A real Spartan, kitted out in the legendary armor, is in the room with them. He can't help the nervous exhale as his nerves calm and his shoulders drop a fraction of a millimeter from around his shoulders.
The Spartan is focused, eyes glued to the multiple screens at his station. He offered them a nod as the contractors had been shepherded in and dropped off like lost sheep.
Esparza watches him in lieu of watching the door or straining his ears to hear the not-so-distant sounds of battle.
“Roland, sitrep on our invaders.” The Spartan asks.
“Prometheans appearing all over the ship. No means to stop them at the moment.”
The Spartan takes the info in stride and shifts to the teams under his command. He radios pilots and Spartan Fireteams and reacts faster to this mess than Esparza can even respond. Things might be okay, his brain traitorously thinks too early.
God or Roland must hear him because then a warning comes across the live feed. “Spartan Miller, you’ve got Prometheans near Ops command!”
Esparza's heart stutters and someone next to him grabs at him. There's a flutter of nervous gasps as their Spartan, Spartan Miller simply nods and keeps working.
“Acknowledged, Roland. I’ve got my sidearm in hand.” He does. It looks like a toy in his hand.
Esparza wants to laugh. It's such a funny gun for a Spartan to have. He's seen the super soldiers from a distance. Larger than life, looking like automatons. He's seen more marines and helljumpers up close, and they had rifles that could take down the killer robots faster than the sidearm could.
Spartan Miller turns to the civilians huddled in the corner and walks towards them. His brow unfurrows and his face softens enough to look almost sheepish as he gestures for them to move to the other side of the holotable and further away from the door.
Esparza studies him. Miller is younger than he thought. Seeing him this close, without a helmet, reminds him of people he's lost, of what he's seen. The manic fear sours into a deeper grief and near-acceptance about what's coming.
Their eyes meet and Miller's face hardens again, back to business, but he watches Esparza.
Something explodes onscreen behind him and the civilians flinch. Miller looks over his shoulder and smiles. "That's Crimson for you, they're on their way home to help us clean up this mess."
Esparza feels his face shift into something incredulous as helmet cams show a battle that looks more like a light-show than what he's seen. Miller catches him and the smile broadens. "They're some of our best." He gets serious again and holds up the sidearm Esparza was judging earlier. "This is the M6H, it takes a few rounds to get through Promethean shielding, but after that they pop easy. Anything tries to come through that door isn't getting further than me."
Esparza finds himself nodding. He joins his fellows and braces for whatever comes next.
“Murphy?” Miller touches the comm device in his ear and nods back at Esparza. Whatever intel he gets must be good, or maybe he's being brave because he smiles at him again. It seems real enough that Esparza's stomach stops doing flips.
The Spartans are here. Maybe things would be okay.
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spinchs-field · 5 months
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all of them except weed smoking girlfriends tbh
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yeah that tracks
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