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Indie Hoxton from Payday 2. Written by Fish. Please read pages before interacting. Theme by neverarhyme.

[didyamxssme]

//I’m exhausted and super nauseated but goddamn it I said I’d fix it so I fuckin WILL

[ribbonflies]

I uploaded this on my twitter but I'll put it here too

[didyamxssme]

[didyamxssme]

Coincidental Finding

[masterminding-my-manners]

The gun dropped to his side immediately. It was. 

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me..” 

“Clint.. Everett? Motherfuck…” His sentence tapering off; Nate running a hand over his mouth and looking back over to Jim.  

“Gun down. Please, gun down.That’s my fucking little brother.” Now, his mind was running any and all plans he could, as he had a fucking family member to look out for now too. 

[wehaveaprxblem]

Blood froze at the man saying his name. Wait. His little brother?.. “Nate?”

“Oh god. You’re alright?” 

He was a bit scared to move still because of the actual stranger, but tension was released from having two unknown assailants aiming guns at him. 

“Fuck..” He ran his hand over his face then head. 

[didyamxssme]

“Well, fuck me.” Immediately, his gun fell to his side and the torch returned to his hand, though pointed lower now to avoid blinding them. Imagine that. Middle of the apocalypse in some random part of Pennsylvania, and Nate runs into his little brother. Part of him wondered about his own brother back in England and whether or not the infection had spread that far, but he quickly shut down the thought. That’s a guilt-driven mental breakdown for another day.

Jim gestured with the light back to the room that he and Nate had been camping out in. “I reckon we pause this lil’ reunion and move our arses to a more secure location, yeah?” 

[didyamxssme]

Coincidental Finding

[masterminding-my-manners]

Stepping forward to the.. stranger?… he kept his gun ready; studying him before giving his friend an unsure look.

 He looked familiar so where?..

As he thought, his eyes grew wider before turning back to the younger man. “Are you lying to us?..” 

It couldn’t be- 

but by god did he resemble what he remembered..

[wehaveaprxblem]

Although he couldn’t see the men’s features whatsoever, he knew that both of them were armed, so he complied with them. Standing up; he kept his hands raised. He acknowledged the man with a nod, keeping quiet as the British sounding man told him. 

His stomach dropped when the other man asked his question though, trying to see past the light to no avail.  “I-” 

He studied the floor as the light was hurting his eyes. “-yeah… My-uh, my real name’s Clint.”

Man it had been a long time since he’d said that.

[didyamxssme]

Okay, now Jim was getting worried. Something about this stranger was making his companion act weird. Nate was normally more cautious than this.

He pinned the torch between his cheek and shoulder, and brought the gun back up out of fear. “Talk to me, buddy. The twat cool or not?” If Nate called it, he’d land the headshot before this ‘Clint’ fellow could even register what was happening. It wouldn’t take them very long to flee if it came to it anyway.

[didyamxssme]

I just cannot play this game without having a cursed conversation, now, can I. feat. @seventhgrave

[didyamxssme]

//I said I’d fix it and then forgot to actually do so. whoops

[didyamxssme]

//stop breaking it

[didyamxssme]

The Payday Text Adventure was pretty cute. Nice to see them somehow making new content, even if it isn’t directly for the game.

[didyamxssme]

Bodhi, hosting a group meditation session: ...and release all of the sounds that are trapped in your mind.

Wolf: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Bodhi: Sir... are you okay?

Wolf: ...

Wolf: I”m a little messed up.

[killtothrill-archive]

“ I thought: maybe she’s ugly under her mask. Or disfigured. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t let me kiss you. ” ©

[didyamxssme]

🔫

[didyamxssme]

Welcome to 2019, the first year in which we will get no new PD2 content. :(

[appelkoche]

He can’t sleep the first night. Too quiet, left alone in a silent dingy laundromat. When the fire fades, he’s left with a hollow restlessness. No words in his mouth but talk of revenge. He hasn’t eaten in hours, refuses water. Demands for them to push forward, only relenting when the doctor Bain sends offers him a shot of morphine. Then it’s hours later and his leg is heavy and numb, and he’s too exhausted to do anything but sleep. Dallas walks in and out of the haze, dark-eyed, frowning. He speaks to Wolf, but Hoxton can’t follow the words.

Part of a rough draft I wrote back in August, my take on Hox’s time behind bars. Got plans to redraw it all, but since we recently did Hoxton Breakout in #acdum, I figure now’s as good a time as any to post this tidbit.

[didyamxssme]

How about we stop putting stupid shit in the tag and let people have fun. It’s a freaking game, stop policing people on how they should enjoy it.

[masterminding-my-manners]

Dallas had to catch himself. He was about to go ahead and offer some to the man, just caving and being nice. 

“Another? Have any idea how many you’ve already had, man?”

Still holding the glass; he crossed his arms, tapping on it with his finger. 

Where was this coming from? He thought he might know, of course, but he didn’t want to bring the conversation up himself either. He could flirt with the best of’em, of course, but maintaining a relationship- or a good relationship after a bad falling out- was never really his strong suit. 

Fam? Really? 

“… You know this group is a family, Hoxton.”

[didyamxssme]

“Like that bloody matters.” He shook his head. He was an adult; he didn’t need someone else telling him what he should or shouldn’t do. He started making his way to the fridge. “Fine then, I’ll just get it myself.”

He scoffed at Dallas’ statement, turning to look at him again. The sheer amount of anger he felt was off the charts, having accumulated with every day since he was arrested. Now it was about to blow up in their faces. “Family my fuckin’ arse! Maybe you’ve forgotten but you left me to rot in that shithole of a prison just a couple years ago. The only reason I’m out is some twat who wanted to use us convinced ya to break me out!”

[didyamxssme]

Dallas: Hoxton, deal with the hostages.

Hoxton, pulling out a guitar: Anyway here's Wonderwall