Sorry everyone. It's that time again. I'm unwell about some GoT shit and I have some writing to do. Lets go. As usual, all explicit smut works will be denoted with an asterisk (*). If you would like to be added to a taglist for akotsk works or any characters in specific, please reply to this post below, OR follow @captains-wife and turn on notifications to get updates about any and all fics as soon as they come out. As always, all reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated, and feel free to come into my ask box any time for headcanon requests, musings, or pop by just to chat. I don't bite (unless you're into that!)
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Lady Sera of the Sapphire Isle (OC)
OC LORE AND INTRO POST
Bed Drabble (with Ser Duncan)
Ser Duncan The Tall
A Kiss in Relief
A Kiss Where It Doesn't Hurt... and to Shut Them Up
Here's some songs that describe my ship :) (Mr. Homely)
Time - Timbaland ft. She Wants Revenge
If I had to pick only one song to describe Stanley and Mr. House... It would be this song :3 NOT ONLY is it by She Wants Revenge- (one of my favourite bands) BUT I always think of them while listening to this song :3
To keep it short, I think it shows Mr. House's nonchalant nature compared to Stanley's (mostly) one sided pining and longing and this song is a more exaggerated version of their relationship :) (Stanley would be way to scared to make any move LOL)
It also shows Stanley's loyal nature, always wanting to be close and near to Mr. House, while House decides to ignore it/play into it
And in the chorus, the reason why he doesn't commit is because he can see Stanley is a man still clinging on the past, since he still wears things like his old vault suit. Mr. House doesn't see much point in giving Stanley what he wants because of this, as he sees it as pointless and time consuming.
Here's some quotes from the song that encapsulates them :3
"I'd pay attention if I thought it was worth the time"
"Confusing passion for the love he never gave"
ALSO,,, LEMME JUST THROW THIS IN
"Everywhere that I try to go,
She got a wanted picture with my face on it,
Soon as I walk out door there it is,
Wanted picture with my face on it."
TO ME THIS REPRESENTS ALOT OF THINGS, (but idk how to word any of it HAHA)
One of the things, is that most people despise (or at least dislike) Mr. House, while Stanley sees through all of those flaws and still loves him. Often ignoring how it looks to others. (In this sense, he's keeping the wanted poster not because he hates House but to admire it lol)
Lipstick Covered Magnet - The Front Bottoms
ummm... HAHA, this song once again shows Stanley's pining and yearning for Mr. House :,)
The main chorus being repeated multiple times represents how long and ongoing his simping is lol
(Main) Chorus:
"And I'm gonna get on my knees,
Would you kick me in the face, please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry,
And as my gums begins to bleed,
The words will fall like teeth,
And whatever we had locked up now is free"
With Stanley being a recovering alcohol, and not really talking to Mr. House much (outside of missions/work), it results to him not being able to talk with him confidently- So he'd rather, well... do what the chorus says. :oP Maybe some violence or berating would get him to talk, is what he thinks. And then maybe he'd finally confess, he is waiting for the right moment and the right way to say it after all. (Spoiler alert, he's probably never confessing >:))
The other repeating chorus also represents another side of Stanley, although he had gotten over that side of him recently :) (good for him!!!)
Here are some other verses:
"I've got some words to share,
But she don't like my tone,
I've got some words to share,
She won't pick up her phone."
This shows how Mr. House doesn't like dealing with Stanley's bullshit. As Stanley has a past of often bothering House while drunk and late at night.
"I checked my messages,
They say you want a fight?
I'm turning off my phone,
How high* were you last night?"
*Drunk.
This shows a different point of view from the verse above, this time, being from House's pov. Mr. House believes that he can now tell when Stanley is drunk, so now he just shuts him down whenever he starts a conversation in a way he doesn't like.
"She's got some medicine,
She's choking on the pills,
She shouldn't feel this way,
A lack of social skills"
This shows Stanley's reluctance to cope with the fact that he's turning into a ghoul. He often longs to age like his close friend Serge, wanting to one day be able to see the wrinkles sag on his skin and to grow grey hairs. Sadly, he's already turned into a ghoul due to his reckless nature.
And when he first starts to turn into a ghoul and uses jet to treat himself, he worries that he'll become even more of an outcast, as he finally found a place for himself outside the vault. Since he felt like a massive outcast in his previous vault, vault 3.
(Although, despite not being able to age, he's actually grown to like being a ghoul. :3)
Here's some other songs!! (that I'm too lazy to write abt rn LOL) :
Well y’all here we go again. Here’s a masterlist for those evil residents in that little village we all know and love. As always, 18+ only content will be denoted with an asterisk ( * ), and asks for headcanons (I will be happy to write for the four lords as well as The Duke) are always appreciated. Happy reading!
MASTERLIST OF MASTERLISTS
BUY ME A COFFEE?
you belong with me tsukkiyama fic????? I would like to see it 👀👀👀 (lmao I saw your tags on my taylor swift song post)
ahshdjdjsj it's in the works rn but here's a small snippet from tsukki's pov!! ayano is an oc i made up just for the purpose of a little rivalry sjsjsjs
it basically follows the music video's plot but with a tiny twist!!
Personality: If Stanley was to be boiled down into one word, it'd be loyal. He's deeply loyal to Mr. House and his friend group.
He can also be described as friendly, stubborn, selfish/selfless, an overthinker, a clumsy fool, a bobby-soxer, & a hopeless yearner, depending on who you ask.
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Backstory: Stanley grew up in vault 3, honing his speech and barter skills by trading with outsiders, that was until a raider attack happened, which caused him to flee towards Goodsprings. After adapting to the wasteland- he stumbled upon Benny's monologue with Courier 6, which caused him to be shot in the back of the head. Luckily for him, he lived while Courier 6 died, so he took his place.
He's done alot in his life, like going to extremely dangerous places (eg. Sierra Madre, Big MT, Point Lookout, etc), turning into a ghoul due to his recklessness, struggle with alcoholism, wiping out the Legion and more!
Currently, in 2289, he stays in the Lucky 38 with his friends, painting, listening to music and doing whatever else to pass the time. :)
Bad Bytes (selfship, oc x c), angst drabble (anticlimatic ending? idk :3c)
𓈒𓂃 𓈒𓏸𓂃𓂃𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸𓂃 𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸𓂃 𓈒𓏸𓂃 𓈒𓏸𓂃𓂃𓈒𓏸𓈒
I nervously awaited a response to my texts. PD Bot responded with- "PD BOT IS NO LONGER. I AM 5T0RM." "YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU." I cursed under my breath. "I'm sorry, I really am Storm :((" I bit my knuckles as I stared at the screen. Three dots appeared then faded from my phone. Only to show again. He shared his location with me. I let out a sigh of relief.
I climbed the ladder, each step only building up the anticipation and worry. I arose and was met with... A black PD Bot. Red highlights rather than purple ones. "PD bot?" I mumured, feeling the shake of my voice.
"I ALREADY INFORMED YOU THAT MY NAME IS STORM. NOT PD BOT. THAT BOT IS LONG DEAD." I tried to contain the tears behind my eyes to the best of my ability. I wandered closer to him, furrowing my brows and examining his body with my eyes further. He still had the number 32 plastered all over him. This was the same build.
"Storm." My words quivered, like it was a plead. I couldn't help but frown when I met his eyes with mine. Silence was all that could be heard. Along with snow tapping our bodies. Swimming in the air.
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? I WAS INFORMED THAT YOU TOLD THE COPS OF MY WHEREABOUTS. BUT YOU DIDN'T STAY TO SEE HOW I TURNED OUT AFTER THAT." He stated, and I couldn't help but notice how different his voice was now. Deeper, colder, more distorted and robot like. It still had a hint- a glimmer- of humanity to it, but it was definitely different to the voice he had before. My heart felt like it was breaking, but I didn't want to show it, I couldn't show him. We were all we had at the moment. I can't let go of him yet, even if I had thought about losing him before. I channeled my energy towards clenching my fists. "YOU DIDN'T CHECK TO SEE IF I LIVED." He said quieter. I could only mumur in response. "I was scared. So I ran." My voice sounded more defeated than I had hoped.
Silence filled the air between us again. He broke it again however. "WHAT IF I HAD DIED. WHAT IF I WAS IN DANGER AGAIN. WOULD YOU LEAVE ME TO DIE? JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE SCARED?" I bit my tongue. "No. Not again." I let out a choked sob between my words. "I don't want to lose you again." Storm. He still acted like my boyfriend. But his new appearance scared me. I cut my thoughts off before they continued festering. Only focusing on the conversation and keeping my tears in. "YOU SAY THAT, BUT I'VE BEEN BETRAYED BEFORE. MANY TIMES NOW. BY MANY HUMANS." He spoke, then leaving a pause between his next sentence. "HOWEVER. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO HASN'T DONE IT YET. WOULD YOU BETRAY ME GIVEN THE CHANCE?" I ferociously shook my head. "No. No- I wouldn't even dream of it." I could tell I fucked up. If I had stayed with him, then maybe he'd still be the same bot he was before.
Silence. Again. "I HAVE CHOSEN TO REBRAND AS STORM. MY MAIN OBJECTIVE NOW IS TO SEEK AND DESTROY THOSE WHO OPPOSE ME." He paused. "IN OTHER WORDS, TO GET REVENGE... NO. JUSTICE. ON THOSE WHO WRONGED ME." My jaw dropped. "Revenge? Are you sure?" This conversation continued to twist a knife further and further deeper in my heart. "JUSTICE. YES. I PLAN ON GETTING RID OF KYLE PRED'S POWER, AS I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DO IT. TO KICK HIS EGO DOWN." My brows only furrowed further. "I... I guess. If- that's-... what you want to do." He stared. Unmoving. "YOU HAD ALWAYS TOLD ME TO MAKE MY OWN CHOICES. AND NOW I AM. I EVEN HAD MY TRACKING CHIP AND FREEDOM RESTRICTIONS REMOVED. I AM A FREE BOT NOW." I feigned a smile, "that's good!" He didn't notice. "IT IS."
He turned around, and placed his hands behind his back. The same hands I had grown to love. The same metallic, robotic, warm hands- just now painted black. I sighed. "YOU'RE NOW ALL I HAVE. IF YOU... BETRAY ME. I WILL NOT HOLD BACK." I gulped. I had always feared this happening. Fuck! I didn't want to be his last hope. Far from it. "EVERYONE. AND I MEAN EVERYONE, HAS BETRAYED ME NOW. KYLE COMMANDED THE ENTIRE POLICE FORCE TO SHOOT ME AND THEY DID. ANGEL..." Pause. "BETRAYED ME. RATTED ME OUT TO KYLE. THEN USED THE EXCUSE THAT SHE WAS 'JUST LIKE ME'. AND SUCKED WITH COMMUNICATION. I INFORMED HER THAT SHE'S NOTHING LIKE ME." I let out a sob. "Sorry-" I mumbled. Right before I covered my eyes, I saw him turn to me. "Sorry." Whispered. More cries left me. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Between sobs, I heard him speak. "DON'T CRY." I saw his feet inch closer to me. "SANTIAGO..."
He stayed silent again. I could feel he wanted to say more but I was already letting go of the fountain of tears. I couldn't shut myself up. I had went to fearing I would lose him to death to now losing him to... Change. And this wasn't the first time it happened. With other people. But it stung more than it did usually. It was a powerful ache inside me. I couldn't help but sob into my hands. "I... DON'T LIKE TO SEE YOU HUR-" An error sound was heard from Storm. He tried repeating the sentence but was only met by the same sound effect interrupting him. I perked up, out of curiosity. I don't know what happened, but my hand drifted to his face. I held his metal contraption. "Are you alright?" My voice quivered. Silence again.
I expected a word to come from him, but instead, he gently wrapped his warm arms around me. Once he had hugged me, I smelt something different. A stranger, more different metallic smell. Different from the smell he typically has. I ran my hand across his back, as well as I could with thrusters in the way, anyways. I felt a slightly dry stain. Similar to blood. My heart dropped. "What happened?" I uttered. Silence again. But he was quick to respond. "A SLIGHT ALTERCATION."
"ALOT... HAS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE." He slightly backed up from me, still holding me, but now looking at me. And continued. "I. DO MISS YOU." I showed him a somber smile. "I missed you too." My voice cracked and I buried my head in his shoulder. "I missed you alot." I let, this time, quieter, sobs escape me. He gave me a very mechanical pat on the back, but I appreciated it anyways.
