#distractionanddestruction

[renegadetwins]

@distractionanddestruction

[text] Gonna guess I fucked up the number whoops

[text] that’s embarrassing

[text] Weeelll…everyone calls me Tana

[text]…who’s this?

[Text: Tana] Name’s South.

[Text: Tana] Thanks for the pics anyway

[misterquickwitted]

@distractionanddestruction

The mercs and their damn pirates always seemed to have something new up their sleeves. Tucker was long past the point of trying to understand just what they were planning. He could leave that to the Freelancers, he was a lover, not a thinker. Besides, he worked best when he was in the middle of things, sword out, ready to go. And usually, it worked best to stab first and ask questions with the pirates.

But this one... looked a little different, the armor standing out from the usual black and gray. So he hesitated, watching from a distance until the loose rocks underfoot turned traitor and sent him sliding down the side of the hill, scrambling for purchase as he cursed frantically. He landed in a heap just feet from the stranger and looked up slowly. “So... I’m guessing there’s no way I can just get you to pretend you didn’t see that and then not try to kill me, huh?”

[shouldabroughtmyluckypenny]

distractionanddestruction liked this post for an April Fools’ themed starter!

Georgia might have gone a bit overboard with his April Fools’ prank.

There were perhaps a hundred cups of water in the hallway leading to the base’s rec room, all arranged in tightly packed rows, preventing anyone getting past without knocking over and spilling at least one of the cups.

The freelancer sat at a chair which he had pulled closer to the door, holding a tablet in his hands. From where his chair was placed, Georgia was able to get a decent vantage point of the hallway to subtly use his tablet to record passersby struggling to tread in between the cups.

“You are an absolute monster, Agent Georgia,” his AI said from besides him, crossing its arms as it watched yet another person take one look at the cups before turning on their heel and promptly walking away.

Georgia sighed and rested his head on his right hand. This prank wasn’t as successful as he had hoped it would be; only two people had tried to brave this field of cups so far. Maybe he should have chosen a different spot to-

He was immediately pulled out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching from down the hall. Spotting California at the other side of the sea of cups, Georgia waved at him, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a mischievous smile.

[equipmentmalfunctions]

“How long have you been there?”

Utah shrugged.

“Eh, not for too long. Probably for, I dunno, ten minutes, give or take?” the white armored freelancer replied. Sitting on top of a storage crate, he boredly swung his legs off of one side.

Drumming his fingers against the side of the metal container, he asked, “So, am I supposed to wait here for someone to come fetch me or something? The Director wasn't really clear on where I was supposed to go after I got here.”

[misterquickwitted]

distractionanddestruction replied to your post: “No, but seriously, why the fuck is everyone so...

At least you don’t have a partner who uses you as a fucking arm rest…

Jesus, does that not piss you off? Sounds like kind of a dick move.

[mercysewerpyro]

*Cackles* for the meme thing, Cal Tana and Six

slow-burn: Six. I’m love them that much.

fate-dating: harder. Cal because he’s an ass, or Tana because she’s a sweetie? ...Tana

enemies to lovers: MEET SOUTH ME IN THE PIT, CAL

[yorkitbaby]

“oh” <3

My Muse changing clothes facing away, showing off their back 

York pulls the sweat stuck shirt from himself, peeling it off of his bruised skin. South is brutal with pugil sticks and he is suffering.  He won, but at what cost? He groans, rubbing at the bruises before unfolding a white tank from his locker. “Maybe,” he sighs to himself, “maybe should take a shower first.”

[yorkitbaby]

Cal's gonna come up being and hug York. Just hug him for a moment and bury his face in his shoulder without a word.

“Hey Cal,” York hums, fingers carding through his hair, “you doin’ okay? Seem a little troubled.” He’s a little concerned (read as very concerned) as this was...uncharacteristic for Cal.