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#red vs blue freelancer
plagues02 · 2 months
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Freelander Donut AU
(I have mention this au on my main @plagues01. So if this sounds familiar, you saw this over there. I've edited this some, and I wish to add more to this au in the future)
Donut wasn’t always the silly guy who uses a lot of sexual innuendos. When he was younger, he used to be very serious, and he hardly ever cracked a joke.
They used to be known as Agent Missouri when they were once part of Project Freelancer. He always remained around the Top 15, and many times he was in the Top 10.
During his free time, Missouri would hang around Florida and Wyoming, but he was also friendly with Wash and his main group of friends.
When the fragments were starting to be given out, it was a surprise when Missouri was called back and offered an AI. As it was the Director himself who was offering an AI, Missouri couldn’t say no. Missouri was given the fragment named Zeta, Alpha’s desire.
Life went back to normal for a while. Missions went on, and Missouri and Zeta grew closer as soldier and AI. Missouri seemed to be an even better soldier with AI.
As they grew closer, the Director saw changes he wanted to see. He wanted to see what would happen giving the AI of desire to someone who always denies his desires and would give everything for work, for the mission.
As time went on, more jokes started to slip. More sexual comments were made in a playful manner. Over all, Missouri became more and more relaxed, more and more open to others.
Finally the attack happened, and the Mother of Invention crashed. Agent Missouri made a decision that day during the chaos, and they left Project Freelancer without a trace.
At first, Missouri and Zeta didn’t know what to do. They tried to live a normal life, but nothing left right. A year later, Missouri decided that he could try to forge some documents, and no one would notice with the war going on.
Agent Missouri was no more, and a new soldier, a new sim troop, joined Blood Gutch, wearing his old freelancer suit. The maroon and orange asked for his name. He smiled under his helmet and introduced themself.
His name was Franklin Delano Donut
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plagues01 · 10 months
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So a freelancer Donut au,,,
He wasn't always the fun, quirky sexual innuendo saying sim troop we know him as today. Actually, he was very serious as a freelancer(Missouri), and they were never part of the top of the top. They still went on a lot of important missions. However, stealth and undercover missions were their specialties.
Then the fragments are started to be given out. And to everyone's surprise, Agent Missouri is called back and offered an ai. And how was he to say no to an AI when the Director was offering to them himself.
He gets the fragment Zeta, the Alpha's desires. Life went on as normal for a while. Missouri was still the serious Freelancer he once was and was even growing higher and higher in ranks to where he was starting to show up on the leaderboards
But, Zeta was given to Missouri for a reason. The Director wanted to see what would happen if he gave the ai of desire to someone who refused everything for the work, for his mission. How would a voice in your head constantly telling you to give into your desires change a man?
However, the desire Zeta was telling Missouri to give into was something he suppressed growing up on a small farm in Iowa. He started becoming comfortable with his sexuality. To the point, he would start making sexual innuendo, while rare, he'd make them.
Then the attack happened and the Mother of Invention crashed. Agent Missouri made a decision that day, and they left Project Freelancer. At first, they didn't know what to do. Then realized they could pull a Carolina and forge documents to join under a new name.
And that was how Franklin Delano Donut was created.
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babygirlgarrus7 · 9 months
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For the final season I decided to come back! Don’t miss it ❤️💙
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trashinyourpockets · 5 months
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It's your favorite traumatized vet 💕
Or at least my favorite.
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clearlyaginger · 5 months
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Wash's gay little hip move before yeeting the knife
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Reblog if you agree
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asphodeldreams · 11 days
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did you really think you were the only one who's good with knives?
no joke i have been working on this piece for over a year. posting it now literally just to force myself to stop working on it
i wanna keep doing digital paintings like this but only if i can figure out how to make more than one every 3 fuckin years lmao
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cerayanay · 3 months
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w3llf4ll · 7 days
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Too nervous to send this to my boyfriend, so you all get this at four forty in the morning instead.
Something something contact training.
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sabotourist · 1 month
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You see there's a crucial difference between Spartans and Freelancers. Between their fucking insanity.
Spartans were indoctrinated as children. They are finely curated artisan crazy.
Freelancers are the results of some people looking around for the most fucked up individuals they could find and cherry picking the most batshit headcases possible.
See, it's artisanal insanity versus fully organic insanity.
Both results in people willing to jump out of airplanes or whatever.
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theosphobia · 3 months
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david washington.... save me david washington....
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ozcarma · 2 months
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freelancers so free you wont know what to do with 'em
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plagues01 · 9 months
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I,, have a lot of ocs, but Dolly is a personal fav as she's my home state's Freelancer. I love her
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Dolly, once known as Agent Alabama, faked her death by driving off a cliff before deciding to rejoin the military as a sim troop. She is on the red team and is a southern stereotype
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babygirlgarrus7 · 10 months
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Call Me…
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Freelancers go take a small break at the bar that they all meet up at. Hampshire and Washington talk about how they got into the Project.
Warnings: mentions of sexual content, flirting, alcohol, drinking, swearing, hallucinations, torture
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Code Name: Heart Break
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The Director has announced that the project was getting their own ship in a few days. Only a handful of Freelancers were able to board the ship for a few months. It was exciting news for everyone, knowing that they were able to travel and help other on planets other than Earth.
To celebrate Illinois invited everyone that wanted to come to the bar that was near the base to meet there. Not only Freelancers were invited either. Soldiers and Freelancers alike all gathered in the bar. Wash walked in looking around to see York, Carolina, North, Wyoming, and Illinois were all together.
Wash was hesitant about to head over until his eyes hit the back of Hampshire. She was standing at the bar, waiting for a drink. His heart skipped as he stood there for a moment contemplating whether to go to her or not. His legs took over and he stood next to her.
“I was wondering if you were going to be here.” She said looking over at him.
“I uh yeah, I almost didn’t come.” He mumbled looking at the waiter who came over with a whiskey bottle and glass.
Hampshire chuckled. “Well I would have been awfully lonely without Washy.”
Wash knew the way her voice went, that smooth little more low tone. That was when she was flirting or starting to. Just couple of days ago they bantered back and forth with beating around the bush sex talk. Which made him well…wanting more and more.
“Well glad that I can make it then. Wouldn’t want you to be all alone.” He quipped back as she asked for another glass.
She chuckled before sliding a glass his way, taking off her helmet. She looked into his visor and smirked. “I can do something’s alone,” She leaned closer to his helmet. “Something’s.”
Wash’s mind went blank as they stared for a moment. Panic mostly trying to figure out what to say next. “What are those something’s?” He whispered trying to not stumble over his words.
It was quiet between them as the bar got busier and more lively. She smirked before chuckling. “Guess we would have to find out.” She poured herself a glass looking at Wash.
He nodded as she poured him some, he took off his helmet and placed it on the counter. Hampshire eyed him before taking a sip out of her glass. “I didn’t think you would be blonde.” She said looking at him.
Wash chuckled and took a sip before answering. “Oh yeah? What did you think I was?”
Hampshire smiled and reached for his face, placing her thumb over his cheek. “Brunette. I like the freckles.”
Wash could feel the heat rush to his face. He gulped before looking at her hazel eyes. “T—Thanks.”
She chuckled pulling away. “Oh don’t get shy on me now.”
Wash smirked before grabbing her hand. “Not shy just nervous.”
Their hands stayed there for a bit as they drank and drank. The whiskey coming more and more empty. They laughed and watched people as they got drunk, he totally didn’t even remember half of the things they said besides laughing at nothing. As the bar became quieter the conversation became more intense.
Hampshire frowned as she gulped the last part of her glass. “What made you come into the project?”
Wash froze as he spun a bit in the bar stool. They got talking about family, military background, and now this. Wash particularly didn’t share things like that, knowing that it could make people uncomfortable. “Uh,” He sighed. “It was either this or prison.”
Hampshire’s eyes went wide before turning to him. “Prison?” She whispered.
Wash nodded before gulping his down and pouring more in. “Yeah, I beat up my CO to the point where his face was unrecognizable,” He looked back at her, her eyes encouraging him to continue. “It was a stupid order that he gave, it would have put the whole squad into danger so when I confronted him…He…Well…He was a jackass about it so…”
“So you beat him until he couldn’t see?” She asked quietly still.
Wash winced at the statement, he knew it was bad. Hell when the Counslar came to him and told him his options he knew the trouble he was in. He had anger issues sure but he never got to the point of beating a CO. Wash just nodded before taking a swig.
“I would have done the same.” She commented placing a hand on his arm. “It isn’t something to be ashamed of.”
Wash sighed before looking at her. “What about you.” Changing the subject.
Hampshire smirked before pouring herself some. “Well not as badass as yours, I just disobeyed an order that promoted me to here. My CO knew about the Project…Well kind of knew. So he sent me here to get ‘cleaned up.’” She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
Wash chuckled lightly. “Damn guess we are both fucked up huh Hampshire?”
Hampshire turned to him before smiling at him. “Elena.”
Wash looked at her, watching the pink tint turn more red. “Come again?”
“Call me Elena.”
Wash smiled before moving a strand of hair out of her face. “Nice to meet you Elena. Call me David.”
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The humming was starting to drive Wash nuts. That is basically the only thing he could hear besides occasional dripping and breathing from both him and Carolina.
“They could be down here any moment.” Carolina said her voice weaker from just a couple hours…minutes? He has lost track.
All he could do was hum instead of saying anything. His throat was so fucking dry. Carolina coughed. “Wash you awake?”
“Yeah I’m still here Care.” He answered feeling his throat tickling. He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly and out.
“David?”
His eyes snapped open. Elena. She was standing a few feet away from him, wearing just casual clothes. He blinked hard a couple of times. “David,” She walked towards him slowly. “Where were you?”
“I’m sorry.” He whispered closing his eyes tightly.
“You should have came with me.” She said her voice breaking. “Why didn’t you leave with me?”
“I wanted to,” Wash said his voice breaking. He couldn’t tell from being thirsty or the tears he held back. “God I wanted to.”
“But you didn’t.” Her voice went dark. He opened his eyes to see her gone.
“I should have went with her Care.” Wash said quietly but enough for her to hear
“I know David,” She said faintly. “I wish I went with York.”
Wash went quiet. “I wonder what our lives would be like.”
Carolina didn’t answer for a moment for scoffing. “York wanted a farm. A farm of all things. He said to keep me busy, get all sorts of animals. And…” She went quiet he heard a small sniffle. “He wanted kids.”
Wash sighed looking over at Hampshire in the corner of his eye. “She wanted that too. Kids.”
“You know,” Carolina said inhaling deeply. “York and North bet that you two would be the first to marry. Everyone knew about you two. You both were inseparable. So when I heard that you were in Recovery and she wasn’t…”
“I should have gone. I was so stuck in wanting to get the Director back that it didn’t matter,” Wash stopped before coughing. “I was blind.”
Carolina chuckled. “Yeah the Director did that to you. Make you forget everything else but what he wanted. Even if he didn’t know about it. He always found away to make it about him.”
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astraladversity · 5 months
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hello rvblr. finished this redraw finally :]
original version + alt daytime version under the cut, also ty to @smol-ruby for reminding me that this piece existed in the first place lmao
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washsupremacy · 6 months
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Doing schoolwork so I can have a career << Making RvB memes
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trashinyourpockets · 4 months
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Awkward.
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