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[thosetwistedtales]

Higgs’ Journal Entry #25 || Year - UNKNOWN

My mama entrusted me to her brother, so he had no choice but to raise me best he could. Say what you will about the man, but he had himself a sense of obligation. He might even have harbored a measure of affection for me, but whatever was in his heart he expressed with his hands. His fists.

Any hopes and dreams he might have had for me— for us— fell by the wayside pretty quick. We slipped into a daily routine of warnings to stay the fuck inside, bookended by beatings to drive the point home. I think sometimes he sincerely believed that was the only way to protect me, but I wasn't about to go on living like that. Can't cage a young boy's spirit. If I'd stayed, I'd've died, body and soul. I had to get out. Started hoarding supplies in secret, but he caught on.

That was the beginning of the worst beating yet. He was grabbing anything and everything within reach that could be used as a weapon. Tearing our shelter apart, smashing furniture, all the while wailing like a wounded animal, tears streaming down his face.

He pinned me down, tears and spit flying in my face as he blubbered on about me not understanding his pain. His fucking pain. His hands round my neck, darkness creeping in from the corners. His fucking pain. His fucking pain.

The kitchen knife in my hands. In his neck. His hands, his fucking hands, they grow weak, and he just... deflates. Like a balloon, all over me. I roll him off, and I look into his glassy eyes, filled with his fucking pain and our steel sky.

My Cameo from Troy Baker to the wonderful Jay . ENJOY EVERYONE

[psyccheout]

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[phantomarchive]

@goldenmasked​ didn’t ask for this, but is getting it anyway!

The world is different now, even as it’s still very much the same. Diminished timefall and yet still people are afraid to the leave the quarantine they have all adjusted to, finding solace beneath the ground and in chiralgrams than stepping out onto the soil for themselves. Admittedly, Lockne has felt much the same, though to be back in the world again, to travel the terrain she was once meant to, pushes her outside again.

Mountain Knot City is cold, and for a moment, as the chill breeze greets her at the top of the ramp to the distribution center, she realizes that she’s forgotten that. Thermometers tell her how cold it is outside, but the underground city is kept warm enough to sustain life and for them to forget that the cold outside will be cold on their skin. She bundles up tighter, pulls her insulated mask up over her face, and begins the long trek down the mountain.

“You always make this look easy, Sam,” she mutters, and she knows that Porters go through a lot more than those stuck in bunkers do, but she can’t remember her legs tiring this quickly before. Her destination is rather far, but she’s determined. In warm clothing and a shapeless overcoat that porter uniforms are made of, she feels ready. Or, well, as ready as she ever will be.

Lockne had heard of Higgs from before, during his time helping the UCA before turning rogue and, for all intents and purposes, becoming an enemy. Perhaps it’s not so black and white as that, but with little room for nuance when fighting for the future of their world, it’s the best she has to run with. And now that he’s supposedly gone reclusive in a small bunker of his own that Sam had delivered pizza to, of all things, she’s...intrigued. Probably the scientist in her that’s always searching for answers.

She’s pretty sure he doesn’t know she’s coming, but the coordinates are right on point - to the middle of nowhere. Not unusual, considering, but she really hopes that either he’s here and lets her in, or that he isn’t here and the door is unlocked. Her legs are sore.

Stepping into the entryway, she activates the terminal and waits to see if she gets a response.

[renzao]

@goldenmasked 🤍'd

     ❛❛   --------   I  THOUGHT  I  MIGHT  FIND  YOU  HERE   .   awfully messy trail you left behind yourself  ,  this time  --------  even a human could have figured it out  ,  if i'd let them  .  was that deliberate  ?  or is deviancy making you slow  ?    ❜❜  

[justdelivers]

@goldenmasked​  asked:pale blue eyes watch him intently as he regains his footing; his expression blank, unreadable. though it's not long before he clicks his tongue, brows raising for a moment, and breathes a sigh; adjusting the weight settled on his back. ❝ you know.. would've expected you to be better at this by now, sammy-boy. after all you.. connected america on your own. hiked through mountains and snow plenty of times by now.. didn't think one itty-bitty little puddle of mud would make you lose your footing. ❞

The ground is slick where he treads, the tread on the bottom of his shoes running thin, making it all the more difficult to keep his balance as the previous  storm left the ground a soaked and muddy mess. On his back he carried the heavier pieces of their load, at least 200 kilograms all perfectly stacked well past head height as he often worked. Top heavy, it made it difficult not to lose his footing, his center of gravity swaying just enough with the slippery soil to leave him stumbling forward, then to a side, all the while grunting and straining, as he tried not to drop the cargo he carried in tow. The only thing he could do was hold to his straps, follow where his weight carried him- which just so happened to be further down a hill, tripping past several rocks before managing to catch himself on a sturdy tree. Embarrassing, to say the least, for his companion seemed to hardly break a sweat as he continued to stroll on by.

“I don’t see you carrying much- maybe split the load evenly next time, then we’ll talk. Never said crossing the damn country was easy... would be nice to at least have a bike or something..”  Still, he couldn’t stay mad, not as the child strapped to his chest began to coo and giggle, seeming to find humor in their banter- or maybe his constant slipping and tumbling. Either way he tried his best to catch up to the other, the weight taking a toll on his back as he met his stride, his shoulder leaning into his as means of centering his weight, having someone to keep him balanced. “Next time I’ll have you carry it all solo- then we can see how far you make it on your own.”

[sprrcw-a]

@goldenmasked​ said: spots to kiss + 22 🤔 a kiss on the space between collarbones.

the     tavern     was     lit     with     unprompted     festivities.     𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽     𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺     𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆     was     in     a     haze     of     buoyant     delight     as     he     took     swig     after     swig     of     his     rapidly     draining     tankard.     his     unoccupied     arm     flew     around     his     friend’s     neck,     dragging     him     along     the     lively     conversation     that     absolutely     held     no     coherent     meaning     nor     had     a     finish     point     and     goal.    

his     dark     gaze     told     the     tale     of     a     challenging     meaning     as     he     began     to     feel     the     rum     coarse     in     his     veins.     he     felt     light,     he     felt     numb     as     well     as     jubilant     and     bold.

             ❝     ye     know...     yer     quite     the     character,     𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙶𝚂.     ❞     he     managed     to     huff     out.     ❝     now     don’t     think     i’m     complaining.     i     quite     enjoy     yer     company.     so     much     that     i     might     have     to     dare     ye     for     a     kiss.     ❞     he     closed     his     eyes     and     stretched     himself     over     the     bench,     the     sight     of     a     sprawling     and     relaxing     captain.     his     attire     was     poorly     in     shape,     nothing     was     holding     its     place,     the     V     of     his     unbuttoned     shirt     revealed     the     skin     of     a     chest     map     with     piratical     history.     bullet     wounds     and     scars     of     various     lengths     from     blades,     lashes     and     what     not.     ❝     how     about     here?     ❞     he     trailed     the     patch     of     skin     between     his     collarbones.

now     if     he     was     honest     with     himself,     he     expected     the     beating     of     his     lifetime     or     a     blade     through     his     chest.     he     surely     did     not     expect     the     warmth     of     lips     pressing     right     above     his     finger.     𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺     yelped,     gaping     before     clearing     his     throat.     ❝     huh,     well     ain’t     that     sweet.     ❞

[antidroids]

❛    I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH    !     ❜    he snaps back,  eyes glowing with unrestrained irritation towards the man.                                                 @goldenmasked​  

[devilglow]

STARTER CALL | @goldenmasked​ 

          ‘  ...YOU LOOKIN’ FOR SOMETHIN’, pal? I noticed you’ve been starin’ this way for a long while now.  ’