I'm a sixty minute man.

Maximillian Geir || Engineer. Minuteman/Mechromancer. Coffee addict. [Written by/Side blog of Lexie/Tenmmpistol] [WARNING: Will be posting triggering content] [Fallout/BorderlandsOC]

[techno-angel-blog]

Sticky Fingers

[6ominuteman]

techno-angel

Angel thought it over for a second, picturing it in her head. Sure, she knew what a skag looked like, but she’d always thought that there had been a certain element of cute about them. It was something she could never quite pin down… maybe it was the way their mouths opened? Her picture-taker was moving around, though, and Angel tuned back into him again, giving a small shrug.

“I don’t think I could bring myself to do it.” She said. “Even if I needed it for survival.”

She watched with open curiosity, her interest piquing when he traveled. Fluffy things. She loved fluffy things. She winced when he tottered tot he side slightly, and then decided he was going to vomit into the closest trash can. Ew. Alright, she really didn’t need to see that, but okay. He was sick, that was alright. But it didn’t make it any less disgusting.

“… Good to hear.” She said, “I was just about to ask…” Angel glanced at him, and then at the feed of the frozen landscape. She frowned. “Maybe you should take a breather?”

His stomach churned as what was left of his ramen was dispensed into the trash can. He would regret it as it had been the last of the food he had. But right now that didn't matter. He was on a mission that would hopefully pay off in the long run.

"Nah'm fine... Just... Never was good when't came to fast travel... Air travel.... Space travel...." his words slowly trailed off as he realised how weak his stomach actually was when push came to shove.

His organic hand brushed the last of the sick from the corner of his mouth and part of his scruffy beared. "Regardless, we're almost there. Shouldn't take too long to get a few pictures of mongs fer'ya" clearing his throat and adjusting his pack the Ginger pulled a set of goggles over his green eyes as the snow seemed to whip by quickly as a storm started to brew slowly.

[thequotemaster]

It’s just that kind of day 😊

[6ominuteman]

“Who d’ya have t’ROOT around here t’get a black coffee?”

[imaginetheotp]

Imagine person A flirting with person B ALWAYS and playfully being like "no homo 😉" afterwards, and person B being like "No Homo.🙅🏻" but secretly loving it.

Yeah right “no homo” 😉😏

[chemicalerinyes]

@6ominuteman @jerekhavok

[6ominuteman]

[ GAY-U W/ JEREK AND MAX BEIN’ ALL OVER ONE ANOTHER IS ONE OF MY FAV AU’S NEXT TO SAD!AU ]

[6ominuteman]

Lost Property.

[6ominuteman]

erroneavale

Pale hues are alight with a mix of terror and rage as she’s quickly released, the strangers gesture of defence rewarded with Vale pressing the gun further against his skin. It’s not Legionaries, she has to remind herself. It’s not them. Finally, Vale seems to calm herself enough to pull the pistol back towards her, yet still aiming point blank at Max’s forehead– Head. Hat. Shiny… The object sparks her interest as she locks eyes on it, gun flicking upwards as though to point to the golden glint.     “If that’s it tucked under th’ band of y’stupid hat I’ll scream…”

He backed up slowly when the gun was brandished. Even while hung over he knew the rules of the Wasteland. If someone popped their gun it was always a good idea to do what they said for fear of being snuffed out.

When it was pointed out that his lighter might be tucked up in the band of his hand it dawned on him he had put it there for safe keeping. “Well, Fuck me” He said slowly reaching for the hat and showing he wasn’t reaching for his gun, plucking the militia hat from his head and looking closely at the band.

There it was, the familiar glint of gold that was his family’s heirloom. A golden lighter.

“OHTHANKCHRIST” He said as his shoulders dropped “Frey would’a killed me... Oh god... I was... stinko last nigh’ an I guess I forgot ah’ put’t there”

[6ominuteman]

Homecoming [Closed]

[6ominuteman]

wiresdonttalk

She tried to maintain her sour look, but there was no way she could ignore the offering of gifts, especially those off-world. It wasn’t tech or new tools, but clothing would do just as well to placate her. For now. She responded by removing her foot from his chest and splashing more water in his face before getting out of the tub. Who knew what kind of filth she was soaking in, and she’d rather not find out by way of infection. “Count yourself lucky I ain’t cutting off your dick today.” She made a face as she wrung the water out of her hair and started stripping, tossing the wet clothes into the sink to squeeze out later. “Course, I haven’t seen ‘em yet, so it could still be on the table. It’d be a good chance to see if the idea of a cybernetic dick is actually viable.” She grinned over her shoulder as she left, leaving wet footprints behind her as she left to get fresh underwear.

He was used to her rough ways, The years of the two sharing living space had lowered all their hangups to practically nothing. Some people who were new to the area wondered if they were related or married others knew best not ask ‘less they decide to play ‘Game of thrones’ and pretend to re-enact a few scenes in the middle of a bar for jokes.

“Really? Like ya’d get close t’it, I bet you ain’ even- you know what. I know better than t’lay’a challenge ‘fore ya, Sis” He said with a worried chuckle till she mentioned a cybernetic wang and his face melted into one of contemplation. “Well, It would make whiskey dick practically non-existent” He muttered to himself rubbing metal fingers over his un-kempt beard.

[andallshallbewell]

[talentedhealer-deactivated20160]

Is there a doctor in the house? |Open|

[6ominuteman]

mercxffortune

Oh for fuck sake..

Five minutes of peace, that was all he wanted. And maybe a bucket.. MacCready forced himself to sit up despite the growing pain in his head and feeling of nausea. His Rife was down by the foot of the sleeping bag, he’d never be able to reach it before this asshole shot him.

Time to stall.

“You often go around threatening sleeping people?” he called, managing that cocky tone he was famous for. Even if it was a bit shaky. Mac watched the man as he drew closer. He was in minutemen gear, funny hat and all. “Oh a member of the minutemen..come to seek revenge for Quincy?”

“Sleeping?” He said with brows narrowed. “Didn’ sound much like sleepin’ if anything, sounded like someon’ in pain or dyin’ t’me... All tha’ groanin’ didn’ think I’d find m’self a scummy piece’a shit Gunner in th’ bushes”

His hand gripped the barrel of the Laser Musket at the sound of ‘Quincy’. He had been in the back of the fight and one of the first cowards to flee the massacre that had folded out all that time ago. He had hidden in garbage to avoid getting killed himself but that didn’t stop him from stumbling into the path of a death claw, the one that had taken his arm. If it hadn’t happened he wouldn’t have lost a part of him.

“Now, Who th’ fuck’r ya, Maybe ya got’a good ‘ward on ya ‘ead if I take ya in, M’sure som’a th’ old boys wouldn’ mind a lil revenge” he clicked his tongue as he got close enough to make out the man’s face and it clicked with him who it was. “R-ROBERT” He said lowering the gun and all the animosity towards the man melted away; for now. “What in the FUCK are ya doin’ paradin’ round these ‘ere parts. Dressed as’a piece’a shit Gunner no less?” Removing the Malitia hat revealed the man’s signature red hair, something most in the Wasteland didn’t have. Made it hard for him to hide.

“It’s Max, Max Geir. Y’know, One half’a th’ Geir Twins” He said chucking to himself and also reminding himself that he would have to shoot his sister a letter to see how she was doing in the Brotherhood “I remember you from Little Lamp Light, ....Mayor” 

[thinnedblood]

*heart beats wildly* Longfellow, youre speaking my language

[spydonald]

there’s my baby boy!!!

please dont tag this as me and/or kin and ask for permission to use this! thank you!

[6ominuteman]

Lost Property.

[6ominuteman]

erroneavale

She’s lost in thought when hands suddenly grab her, a strangled screech of fear ripped from her throat before her 10mm pistol is snared from her thigh and jammed beneath the red haired stranger’s jaw. Even after all this time, sudden contact still scared the shit out of Vale.    “Give me ONE good fuckin’ reason I shouldn’t blow       ya goddamn brains out!”

The 10 mm pistol dug into his Adam’s apple and he tried to swallow but it was being stopped by the barrel of the gun. “I-I-I...” He stammered out as adrenaline pumped through his veins. “I DON’T HAVE AN REASON” He said letting her shoulders go and putting them up defensively. One was made of metal and resembled one you might find attached to an Automatron known as an Assaultron.

“I-I’m just trying... to find the Woman I was with last night, She took my precious lighter” he said adjusting the hat on his head to reveal a small glint in the band. It was metallic and gold and was only just peeking out from the hatband. It looks like he had put it there for safe keeping but had forgotten it was even there.

[6ominuteman]

Lost Property.

[ @erroneavale ]

The 6′2″ tall Ginger came zooming out of the Third rail a panicked look on his face like he had lost the most precious thing in the world. He was clad in a Minuteman outfit and a militia hat that was perched on the back of his head almost ready to fall off now with the way he was running. Green eyes were snapped wide as he looked around for the culprit. It was early in the morning and he was hung over, He hadn’t even had his morning coffee, but the Third rail, even after his incessant begging, never stocks the bean based beverage he loved so much. He had fallen asleep in the bar and because of his wrong move someone had taken something of his.

Grabbing whoever he could nearby he shook them wildly repeating his questions over and over. “Lighter? GOLD LIGHTER? HAVE YOU SEEN IT?” He squeak dashing from person to person. It was then he came to her, Grabbing her like the others his chest heaved “Have you seen a woman, with a scar over her face carrying a gold lighter?” He said still groggy from the drinking binge of the night before.

[6ominuteman]

Sirens, Sirens everywhere.

[6ominuteman]

artificiially

 Icy eyes fell to the robotics clinging to his left shoulder socket, a small giggle passing her lips as warm, tattooed fingertips ran along the cool metal. “I could paint it up, you know,” she offered, only half joking, “Your arm could match mine.” She’d seen a few cybernetic prosthetics around Pandora, though she’d never seen one so close. It was fascinating, how different the grasp of something like robotics was so widely known in such a backwoods place and her home planet barely had anything of this caliber. It only interested her more than he’d made it himself. “There’s a big difference between building robots and working on cars, you know,” Lexi’s fingers trailed to his palm, holding both of their hands up so each of her fingertips could press to his. “This is impressive.”

 At first glance, Max stood out. And now, he was only sweetening the deal. She couldn’t deny that he was charming, but that and smart? That was more rare than anything.

 The blonde could visibly see the change in his demeanour when he told him her profession, eyebrows quirking a bit in curiosity. Was that good or bad? “A lot of people don’t assume that someone like me could be, but, I promise, I am. I’ve been doing it for almost ten years now, I think–” And then she paused, eyes wide and cheeks staining a very bright pink. “Oh,” she took a moment to say, avoiding eye contact for a few seconds before she could bear to look up at him again. “You’re not a shy one, huh? Thank you, though. I could show you my garage sometime, if you want.”

“Paint’er up? Well, I was thinkin’ of Engravin’ some shit on it, but I really haven’t drumbed up the balls t’do it. I jus‘ wouldn’ want another Moxxi incident when I let someone else choose what I get gouged in’ta my body an’ then I end up regretting it”

He sighed thinking about the small heart that was perched above his behind and how the Bar maid always made sure to bring it up when he came into her bar.

“Well, When you’ve been ‘round th’ block like I have ya learn not ta beat roun’ the bush. When ah’ like somethin’ I just come out an’ say it, No need ta hide’t? That only leads to missing yer chance” He said matter of factly at her comment on him not being shy. If this had been 10 years ago? Maybe he would have been falling over his words and himself while talking to her but now? After Mona, Joan, Haru and Jerek the man had more than enough experience with relationships.

“But I agree with ya, Engineerin’ an Mechanics are two different things, But in some ways they’re exactly th’ same, They both require an’ open mind an’ the ability t’think outside the box” He said tapping the side of his head.

[6ominuteman]

helianthuspetiolaris

It amused her to no end to see siblings together, and her smile spoke volumes as she watched Frey leave.  She beamed up at Max and didn’t let his sour mood sway her one way or another.  She liked him, and that’s all she really needed to pester the hell out of him.  Also he was unfairly cute when he was flustered and blushing, and really, how could anyone expect her to leave well enough alone?  

“Together is fine.  I promise I won’t pull it apart and leave you wanting.”  She winked at him, teasing and playful.  Nothing seemed to ruffle her feathers, or put any kind of damper on her sunny mood.  “Oh yeah?  Me too!  Anything I could get my hands on.  For years and years it was just whatever I could do on my own, programming computers and the like.  Then I finally learned I could take things apart and it all just sorta…clicked!”  

She spoke with her hands as much as her words, her fingers curling intricate patterns into the air around her.  She was animated, this was obviously something she found great pleasure in, something she enjoyed above others.

She was. ADORABLE

His heart skipped a beat when she spoke and shone about taking computers and other tech apart and how she had practically taught herself all these things. He had never met someone so into technology like he was that was of the opposite sex. Most just preferred to rely on guns and their fists to get through the wasteland. Even being in the Brotherhood not all the women were so adamant about Engineering like he was.

“Fine, You can help I guess. I’ll have to learn to pull the damn thing apart on the battlefield and put it back together too...” He said with a small shy smile tugging at the corner of his thin lips. “But uh- lets get this sh-... Supplies dropped off and yer caps collected” He corrected himself at the last minute. “Then we can take this tin can to the workshop and see what secrets it’s hiding as to why it’s so friggin’ hot in it” 

[talentedhealer-deactivated20160]

Is there a doctor in the house? |Open|

His breath came in short ragged gasps punctuated by coughs. Mac stumbles, into the little lean-to he cleared, dropping his rifle and his back and crawling into the sleeping bag. He hadn’t felt this awful since.. He immediately pushed those memories out of his head.

They’d no doubt make him feel more shitty than he already did.

He heard footsteps but he barely had enough energy to pick up his head, let alone try and brandish his gun.

[6ominuteman]

The Minuteman had a cigarette perched on his lips, Laser musket slugged over his shoulders as he walked the narrow and lonely road - The only one he had ever known. Doesn’t know where it goes but it was only him and he walked alone.

He heard a low groan and what sounded like the rustling of a sleeping bag. In his opinion he only heard that kind of movements when someone was gearing up to press some kind of pipe pistol into his back; Which had happened on more than one occasion.

The Laser Musket was tugged off his broad shoulders and with expert speed he turned the crank with his metal hand and aimed it in the direction of the rustling.

“Don’ move, Or’ll shoot” He said in his gruffest tone moving closer to the sounds. He knew he was just asking for trouble now but it had been a while since he had been in a decent fire fight.

[6ominuteman]

Homecoming [Closed]

[6ominuteman]

wiresdonttalk

“Ugh.” She hated when he laid down the law, because that meant no getting out of it, no matter how much drink she plied him with. She was about to retrieve one of the pieces of tile and chuck it at his head when he yanked her into the tub, soaked through right down to the bone. She sputtered as she tossed a handful of water at his face, not caring one lick that he was naked under all that dirt and film floating on the water’s surface. “You piece of fuck. These’re the only good clothes I’ve got.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, planting her heel squarely in his chest and pinning him back against the tub. “You owe me at least three beers for this shit.”

“Piece of fuck, Tha’s’a new one” He chuckled as the water splashed into his eyes, the familiar sting of the cheap soap rung in his head. “Quite’a Vocab ya got on’ya” He said water dribbling down his pale features. She was right to think he wouldn’t let out, Even if she decided to tell him ‘no’ he would find a way to get her off world. Even if he had to carry her tied and gagged himself.

“Tch, Well then. Lucky I bought’ya a present on m’way home? I bought ya same earth Fashion” He said with a snide grin. It had been so long since he had seen her in new clothes and he thought it would work well as a peace offering for leaving or well, being forced to leave so suddenly without even a hello and goodbye.

He let himself get pinned, It’s the way they played. He didn’t care so much anymore about naked, not naked, but he was sure the people of the Eden system were sticklers for clothing. “Well, Hows’a classic London anarchy clothin’ an’ some Earth chocolate sound in’a trade off?”

[6ominuteman]

Sirens, Sirens everywhere.

[6ominuteman]

artificiially

 Lex could almost see his mind wander, her smile broadening as she watched him – though her head tilted with curiosity shortly after. “It’s not spineless at all, trust me. I don’t think any less of you, if that helps you feel better. But, honestly? This planet is no better. There’s so much murder and rape that happens every day that no one addresses, even bystanders will just walk away. It’s… sad, really.” And it was, especially to her.

 “Oh, a genius engineer? Are you able to hold up that title with a college degree or something or are you just pulling that out of your ass?” The blonde laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear so she could see him better. He was charming, that’s for sure, and finding a redhead like him seemed to be a relatively rare thing. The fact that he stood out from his surroundings was attractive enough, and she had to straighten her thoughts again before she continued and answered his question.

 “I’m actually a mechanic,” she hummed, taking another small drink of her water, “My foster dad was, too, so he taught me everything he knows. Mom was a nurse, though, so I’ve got a few medical tricks up my sleeve, too.”

 She’d leave out that it was her main siren ability for now, at least.

“Yea, Well this place is better than where’m from, Streets’a London are jus’ as bad sometimes. S’pecially on Pay day” He said making a jab at his own culture and their love off the drink. But then again, What United Kingdom country didn’t love to get on the sauce.

“Nah, Masters from University, I don’ got none’a that shit Degree bullshit th’ Americans’ try’ta pull” He said with a scoff “When I said I was genius I meant it” He said with a flick of his fingers through his flaming red hair. “I built this bad boy, Did I mention that?” He said showing off his left arm. It was metal and glinted in the low light of the tavern they were in.

When she admitted she was a Mechanic herself his heart jumped into his throat. She was. A Mechanic. He had to fight every urge and clench every muscle in his chiseled jaw to not let it fall open in shock and wonder. But you could still tell how interested he was now with that spark in his eyes. “Really? I would never’a known. Ya look like... well, Ya don’ look th’ part?” He said motioning a hand towards her. “Fer one, Ya fuckin’ hot... Wow... Okay... Wow” He said flushing a light pink as he let his mind wander; her in overalls and a spanner in one hand and grease smeared on those perfect cheeks of hers as she worked on a runner. It was amazing Scooter hadn’t tried to muscle in on her already.