#fc3 vaas

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im eating him whole btw

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keep michael mando characters alive challenge

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They both really looked at each other and went 'i could make him worse' and then did it.

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theyre touchy

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re: the art requests!!! if you're up for it, i would be SO down to see long-haired, rakyat-tatooed vaas

OH HELL YEAH DUDE

so for some extra details:

i had NO idea what else to use the braids citra had, at least in the trailer it seemed like she had dreadlocks (begs the question, what else does rook island’s history hold?) but in-game she had braids. so, yeah, i ended up copying that style for him. as for the tattoo, i know that the one he had on the trailer is on the other arm, but since i drew from That angle i couldn’t help but put it there lol

also, i headcanon that vaas REALLY stands out beyond the rakyat. one of those details is that he inherited his father’s curly hair, and it sorta made him look softer when he was much younger. by the time vaas was grown, he dyed his hair and used a bunch of gel to keep it straight (as you can see from the vaas experience) but i enjoy drawing it thick and soft.

might make a curlier version of it lol

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broken boy, perfect view (snippet)

a long time ago, i wrote probably the only vaas/ajay fic to ever exist, and forgot to finish. i decided to show some of ya’ll what i was writing, the story is about maybe 6 chapters but definitely expected to be less than 10 if i ever continue this. anyway, please enjoy: the first chapter of broken boy, perfect view!

I. no u-turn! 

The year is 2005. July. The number isn’t important, just the place it happened to be.

California is weird: Up north is cold, foggy, even, a bit hard for sunshine to come around but it doesn’t snow. Down south is what everybody talks about all the time: where it’s hot, where Hollywood stalks by, and it’s just a little bit hotter than what Ajay is used to. 

It’s fine. The neighborhood his mother had put them in is fine too. He’s only been here for about a week and nothing had been out the ordinary yet, not really (not that he was expecting to). Their town is close to the pier and it’s a good walk from a carnival front and back, and the beach is practically open. 

The place is fine, and Ishwari isn’t really around as often, so he gets the house to himself but could probably wander elsewhere anyway, so he picks the better idea and steps out. 

The town is small, peaceful, even. Ajay’s not sure about a social environment, but they’ve been minding their own business, and there’s far more people that he could feel familiar with rather than up north. The houses are small, the streets are clean, but because it’s quiet he doesn’t really get to know if it really is dangerous or not, but he supposes if there isn’t any gunshots  (yet) then it’s okay from there. 

But the town is also strange, because on the opposite side, closer to the sea now, it gets older. Older as in, less populated. Older as in, a bit more run down. Older as in, it’s been a bit neglected. It’s creepier because there’s a chain link fence that had attempted to work as a barrier between this part of town and over there, obviously failing to do so with age and defects, and a sign dangles, old and worn out, but even more ruined with the spray paint.

None of the text can be picked out except for “come to miko” and a yell from the other side is heard with a few- very welcoming- gunshots are heard. 

For a second, Ajay thinks he doesn’t need to mind it, it’s not his business, anyway- you’d get yourself into trouble again that way, he tells himself- but then there’s a loud laugh as soon as someone hits the fence and he stumbles back in shock. 

A boy in a torn orange hoodie, someone who literally couldn’t be older than he is, possibly even younger, practically cackles even as he’s out of breath. 

“They’ll see you,” He says when he (unfortunately) turns to Ajay. 

“What?” 

“They’ll see you, hermano, boys’ll get you fucking killed, man!” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ll be the one to-“ 

His hand is suddenly grabbed. 

He’s not sure how he didn’t notice the gap that was nearby for the boy to do that, but he’s grabbed immediately because they both heard the unmistakable click of a gun to the side and he yanks him and sprints away fast.

With the angry men calling his name, and the way he laughs as a loud boom echoes in the town, Ajay learns that his name is Vaas.