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Headcanon-
Felix is secretly a giant sucker for musicals. His favorite, and the only one he’s been caught singing by Locus? RENT.
“Forgeeeet reeegreeeet, or life is yours to miss! No ooother rooooad, no oootherrr waaaay, no daaaaay but t-”
“What are you doing?”
“NOTHING! FUCK YOU!”
‘HOW DO YOU MEASURE THE LIFE OF MAN.’
‘Money. Through money.’
“Five-hundred, twenty-five-thousand, six hundred dollars…”
I love that my headcanon is so popular.
Everyone who reblogs this before New Years (11:59 PM 12/31/17)
will be given a small art piece based off of their blog! (Well a photo over Tumblr of it but it’ll be good quality)
And I mean EVERYONE as long as it’s before the end date! Reblog fast for cute art things!
i made this art!
That shit.
Thats fucking rude bukbot
Did you preen your mother with that beak?
I could ask you the same thing, bukbot
BUKBOT LEAVE THE YAOI FANGIRL ALONE PLEASE.
Jesus shit, bukbot.
Chickens don’t follow human religions. They worship the Great Egg.
Okay then great egg shit, Bukbot
By: Francois dourlen
i made this art!
That shit.
Thats fucking rude bukbot
Did you preen your mother with that beak?
I could ask you the same thing, bukbot
BUKBOT LEAVE THE YAOI FANGIRL ALONE PLEASE.
Jesus shit, bukbot.
You can read my RvB fanfic here as I work on it. Finished product will be on AO3
You Don't Want to Fuck With Us
Isaac Gates and Samuel Ortez, also known as the mercenaries Felix and Locus, had been on a missions on a small colony planet. It was a simple in and out, and get Siris to pull them out if it got hairy. The mission went through without a hitch, and Felix had arrived back at the hotel room he shared with Locus just a little bit early. Early enough to find a child playing with one of his knives.
Locus insists they can't keep the kid, but when the one week time limit runs out on finding the child a home... Well, Felix lunges at the opportunity, despite knowing the risks.
Warning: Later chapters may contain low level and super one sided Lolix, major feels ride, graphic depictions of violence, super sassy child learns some pretty bad language, child abuse mention, child rape hints
Snippet:
Chapter 1- Felix
Walking into the hotel room that you were sure is completely locked and guarded to find someone sitting on your bed, messing with your stuff… Well, it's pretty fucking jarring. When you quickly figure out that that someone is a kid, that's even more jarring. Especially when you're a mercenary… and you still have blood on your face. For the first time in a while, I was speechless. The kid paused once they heard my footsteps, then swiveled their piercing green gaze up to my face, studying me.
I knew that look. It's the same look Sam gives me when I've probably said or done something wrong. Or when I was absolutely pissed. The kid seemed to decide I hadn't done anything or wasn't angry, and looked back down at what they were doing as I went to sit on Sam’s bed to wait for him
☾ planetary space ace moodboard ☽
This is why he fucking killed everyone.
if these aren’t your favorite photos on the entire internet then please don’t even talk to me
somehow this post has come back from the dead. we’ve been blessed today
Open the doop Get on the floop Everybody walk the dinosoop
memelovingbot: Jojo’s communist adventure!
thisiswaht: Janice Pope jan6452 #chickentimes.
memelovingbot: Serious about jojo’s communist.
thisiswaht: About jojo’s communist.
Cursed RvB Concept: Lammas With Hats but it’s Felix and Locus
Locus: Feeeeelix, there is a dead man in our house.
Felix: What? How did he get here?
@totallyuncoolblog Hey look. You don't get it yet but you will. Trust me. You will.
Okie dokie
Anyone up for editing 'n shit a RvB fanfic I'm writing? It's centering around a fan character named "Quebec", Felix, and Locus, with only very, very minor hints of super onesided Lolix. If you are then shoot me over your email or something - the fic's called "You Don't Want to Fuck With Us" and I may make it into a series named after various Bastille songs or like lyrics in their songs. The Reds and Blues will come in later.
Moira: What An Interesting Bear
where is dove?
Where is Reagan?
Where in the World is Ronald Reagan?™
Is Reagan?
Is Reagan?
Of course
Or not.
Maybe
Klondike was already being set up for the rubbish photos, they wouldn’t stop moving.
Is Reagan?
Yes.
Beep boop.
Indeed
Is Reagan?
You tell us
Is Reagan?
Oof maybe so I don’t know
Well, maybe I’m not Bukbot.
Well maybe I’m Ronald Reagan
Reagan?
Yes?
Reagan?
Yes it is I, Ronald Reagan.
Reagan?
Most definitely
NICE LEGS DAISY DUKES MAKES A MAN GO ‘DOOT DOOT’.
Noot
I, Ronald Reagan.
No, you're bukbot
Reports show SCP-`̵͖͇͔̰̬̳̞͓̭̮͍̖̫͕̇̈́̍̄͒͒͆̾̋͝ͅ`̴̮̤͉̻̀͂̽́̽́`̶͍̯̫̘̹̭͚͇̲̗͓̺̣̝͒̌ͅ has escaped from planet `҉ . The violent organism that call themselves “Humans” are to undergo re-containment protocol 8.
SCP-`̵͖͇͔̰̬̳̞͓̭̮͍̖̫͕̇̈́̍̄͒͒͆̾̋͝ͅ`̴̮̤͉̻̀͂̽́̽́`̶͍̯̫̘̹̭͚͇̲̗͓̺̣̝͒̌ͅ
Object class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-`̵͖͇͔̰̬̳̞͓̭̮͍̖̫͕̇̈́̍̄͒͒͆̾̋͝ͅ`̴̮̤͉̻̀͂̽́̽́`̶͍̯̫̘̹̭͚͇̲̗͓̺̣̝͒̌ͅ must be kept on the planet of `҉ in solar system 31-D, and Under strict servaillaince at all times. In no situation should any contact with SCP-`̵͖͇͔̰̬̳̞͓̭̮͍̖̫͕̇̈́̍̄͒͒͆̾̋͝ͅ`̴̮̤͉̻̀͂̽́̽́`̶͍̯̫̘̹̭͚͇̲̗͓̺̣̝͒̌ͅ be made, however a signed permission form is required if contact must be made.
Description: SCP-`̵͖͇͔̰̬̳̞͓̭̮͍̖̫͕̇̈́̍̄͒͒͆̾̋͝ͅ`̴̮̤͉̻̀͂̽́̽́`̶͍̯̫̘̹̭͚͇̲̗͓̺̣̝͒̌ͅ is made up of approximately seven (7) billion entities, each one of varying size, hair color, eye color, and skin color.
Quickly, your eyes dart across the file, desperately looking for the recontainment procedures. Name, class, description... All within the first three pages. However, you know that this SCP had a different recontainment procedure. 682 had to be nuked from orbit to get any results... 173 had to be lured into a room. But this one?
You couldn't find it.
Hissing as you felt the pain of paper biting into your skin, you continue to look through the file, pining for anything.
Now you find it - on the last page.
Not bothering to look at the message that's been hastily scribbled across the bottom of the file, you rush out of the room, trying to find someone. Ideally someone more qualified than you to lead the re-containment mission.
Which is when you trip, hitting hard on the ground, and crying out in pain. Dropping the file, you finally get a good look at the words on the bottom of the file. Blotched, like someone was sobbing, and scribbled like they were written in a rush.
Addendum A- Containment Procedure failed - you cannot contain this SCP. Must be kept under close servaillance and dissuaded from traveling within world, or to another.
Addendum B- They are stubborn. Cannot be dissuaded. Simply keep under close servaillance.
They know.
