#2pots

[3-quinuclidinyl-benzilate]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When it snuck up on them, the rain soaked through to his socks, and Judah would let him ride piggyback if he held the umbrella. Arcade felt safest there, on Judah's slick metal shoulder, looking back at their little army of advanced power armor suits. Their orange eyes shone cones like headlights through flecks of rain and their metal boots made inch-deep footprints in the mud. By the time he could consider what they were capable of as weapons, he was too big to sit on Judah's shoulders.

arcade-only chapter this time. thinking about the rain, thinking about the desert.

[3-quinuclidinyl-benzilate]

thinkin about neil and arcade

neil is ex-enclave but he's also evangelical coded. "none of this will matter when [an all-powerful entity] purges all [somehow impure] life on the surface and the [spiritually pure] can ascend" situation. i think it's neat that arcade's ideas will win. like eventually neil gets sober and starts doing acts of service and starts working to improve things in the now instead of waiting for the rapture.

[3-quinuclidinyl-benzilate]

wish i could figure out how to get this into a fic but i think if neil met veronica he would jump right the fuck out of his skin

[3-quinuclidinyl-benzilate]

outlining a story by just writing down the dumbest roughest version of things is underrated abnd also therapeutic

[princedenardo]

#2Pots on tha stove for no reason.... #coincidently I look good for no reason!