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@yourbuddybonnie
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Intro WIP, but mostly basic rules
21+ Account
Outlast is its own warning 😅
Please no explicit asks, but flirty stuff is okay
Blood violence, etc is all good!
“Happy Father’s Day, you know? For taking care of us like a parent hahaa!”
( @yourbuddybonnie )
You make me so tired. I’m suggesting flame throwers for your next trial.
:(
Please don’t get me a different doctor I like you.
. . . I don’t even know how I’m your main provider.
@yourbuddybonnie continued from [ x ]
"That's real funny. I'm gonna give y' the benefit of th' doubt an assume you don't know my fath'a very well, otherwise you'd've never said that t' my face."
“Yeaaaaaaaah… just do that for me, I think I just stepped into unsafe territory…walkin’ on eggshells all the time around here Jesus….my bad my bad…forgive an idiot will you? Before you bust my teeth out.”
“Happy Father’s Day, you know? For taking care of us like a parent hahaa!”
( @yourbuddybonnie )
You make me so tired. I’m suggesting flame throwers for your next trial.
:(
Please don’t get me a different doctor I like you.
“If it makes you feel any better, I can't remember my old man thanks to the therapy. . . But at least I know not to stand in your line of sight, hahaa! You got a mean trigger-finger.”
( @yourbuddybonnie )
"Why would you not knowing y' old man, while I get to remember mine, make me feel better?" Not that he's bitter about it — no, not at all!
"But at least you have enough between y' ears t' know not t' stand in my way! Hehe!"
“Dunno, maybe I'm envious…he probably misses you.” >:/
I’m not calling you daddy or wishing you a happy father’s day… I think I had a father once...I can’t remember his face…all I see is…you.
[ @yourbuddybonnie ]
There's no need for hollow greetings between us. You don't celebrate me. You bleed for me.
You become the lesson for all the other lost children who still think they can run from what they truly need.
Come now. Don't fight the image forming in your head. Let it settle. Let it root deep. I am your Father. The only one who ever mattered. The only one who ever will.
What I truly need is to get the hell outta here before I start callin’ ya daddy…jesus…
Well…here’s to the ‘father’ of the day and his unruly son.
Character Headcannon Wrong or Right!
The Generator!
♜ Bonnie is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smart phone Rig. ❌ (If anything, he knows how to use it too well…)
♜ Bonnie is a horrible liar. ❌ (“Is it lying? Or being very persuasive with false information?”)
♜ Bonnie is constantly singing for no reason. ✅ (”♪~ If I knew you were comin', I'd have baked a cake..~♪”)
♜ Bonnie has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. ✅ (Long hours of trying to remember and map all the trials without getting caught, writing down guard routines, etc, etc..)
♜ Bonnie is an ugly crier. ❌
♜ Bonnie tackles and wrestles people to show affection. ❌ (It’s the opposite.)
♜ Bonnie steals other peoples clothes. ❌✅ (Fellow reagent clothes? No, PA clothes? Yes.)
♜ Bonnie can't sit in a chair properly. ✅ (He’s in all sorts of odd positions.)
♜ Bonnie is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them. ✅ (100% BLIND to it)
♜ Bonnie bites their nails. ✅ (He’s got bloodied nubs by now.)
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Tagged by @capobambino (Thank you!)
Tagging @Cliffs-Journal @crowtheoutlasttrialreagent @sunshine-orphanage And anyone else who stumbles across this on their feed! 🥰
@yourbuddybonnie replied to your post “Character Headcanon Generator Mark if the HC is...”:
Let me guess, we’re playing the Candy Land board game with you, Franco? ((Ooo fun!! Thanks for the tag!! ))
"Well... will ya'?"
“I was joking…but I don't see harm in playing a sweet little game for sweet little folks.” And Bonnie points at the PA with a stupid grin.
…
“…Sit down I'll let you go first.” 🙄
“For this trial, I'm going to stand on this barrel and stare right at the camera.”
And so, the reagent Bonnie does just that, balancing on one of those heavy duty blue barrels, close enough that his one good eye is right in the lens. His motives are questionable…
“Wastin’ every one's time…yep…maybe I can get the pouncer to look at another one…hmm…maybe… persuade a pa…I’m good with words yeah…”
[ @yourbuddybonnie ]
You think this little act of rebellion is going to buy you something? Time? Attention? A chance to whisper sweet nothings to my Pouncers and turn them against their handler? How quaint. You're wasting everyone's time, just like you said… including your own.
But please… do keep talking to yourself up there. I do enjoy watching a reagent bargain with the dark when he knows the dark isn't listening. The longer you stand on that barrel trying to play psychologist, the more data I collect on how quickly desperation rots what's left of your mind.
“You’re the one whisperin’ sweet nothings to your pet reagents and callin’ yerself daddy.” He rolls his eye at that before peering again.
“You could say I'm buying time, but now you got me curious what sort of data ya’ll would collect from this… maybe how pretty my lasting eye is or how much trouble I'm about to be. It ain't time wasting if I got a goal in mind. I’m not desperate yet, you'll know when that happens baldy.”
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— @cliffs-journal
[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]
Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…
In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.
“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.
“Pull me-pull me!”
It was a miracle that Cliff managed to grab Bonnie before he could fall off. He grunted and groaned while pulling his friend back to the platform: One hand gripped Bonnie's arm to pull him back up while the other held onto the platform, making sure that he wouldn't get dragged off himself.
"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.
"You okay?" He already had some bandages ready, pulling them out from his outfits pockets and giving Bonnie a quick one-over. He himself felt drained from using so much energy and his arm was starting to ache from Bonnie's nails digging into his skin, but he was ignoring that.
“Don’t fall!” The last thing he needed was both of them going over the edge. Thankfully the reagent didn't weigh that much.
“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.
“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…
“…Sorry if I gripped ya too hard…m’fault honestly thought I was going to fall.”
Cliff flinched at the pat on his arm, but he recovered quickly with a nod. "Oh, it was nothing," he said with a dismissive little wave. Saving other reagents was something he barely thought twice about - he's been doing it god knows how many times since getting dragged into Sinyala and thrown into his first trial.
Admittedly, yeah the grip on his arm was rough. He wouldn't need bandages or even a small thing of medicine, but it still felt unpleasant. With little red marks forming where Bonnie was gripping he scratched at them the best he could through the red rubber gloves that came with his outfit.
"Eh, it's alright." He shrugged. "You did what ya' had to. I can't blame you for that."
“…yeah…I’ll be sure to treat you later with some little things I borrowed from the trials…” Mostly cigarettes, booze, candy, all that good stuff.
“Y’know…?” Bonnie starts to sit up, looking across where he just jumped at.
“…As a token of my gratitude and such.” He waved his arm absent-mindedly as if it didn't matter. It did. It meant a lot to him. Cliff could've been an imposter Cliff and stabbed him right as he got across, but that didnt seem like it would happen, or worse he could've left Bonnie to dangle for the hungry expop to come and find him.
“…We should get going…I’ll go right this time, kay? The codes aren't going to find themselves if I sit here.”
The promise of being treated to something nice later for saving Bonnie was enough motivation for Cliff to keep going with this fuckass trial. He nodded, mentally making note to hold Bonnie to that. If the doctors won't let him have something fun, best he can do is get it from the other reagents.
"Mhm..." he hummed while raising to his feet, wiping a bit of dust and grime from the trial off of his clothes. "I'll hold you to that."
Splitting up — again. After that little incident Cliff would have liked to insist that they stay together, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. He'd just seem like an overbearing parent that justifies their actions as "protection". "Alright." Before he left Bonnie on his own, he took a small medicine stuffed in his pocket and placed it in Bonnie's hand. "Don't die again, yeah?"
“You better, or you can just loot my corpse of I don’t make it this time.” Says the guy with the jammer rig and self revive. Bonnie likes to be ready for the worse but one of these days, one of the PAs are going to realize he’s been playing possum for a while.
Bonnie didn't really want to split up either, he liked the lonely wanderer persona yet if he got stuck in another situation without Cliff nearby he might be done for. However, Franco’s really protective of his “candy” and staying together is going to make them easy targets.
“Look, I’ll be fine this time, I'll stay quiet and take the long way back to the cart, no jumping over dangerous stuff and—ah.” He sounded surprised when gifted the medicine, he’s usually the guy giving away all these things. Kind gestures like that really meant something out here.
“Thank you…Yeah, I won't.” Bonnie gives Cliff a laughable salute before dipping into the shadows.
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— @cliffs-journal
[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]
Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…
In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.
“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.
“Pull me-pull me!”
It was a miracle that Cliff managed to grab Bonnie before he could fall off. He grunted and groaned while pulling his friend back to the platform: One hand gripped Bonnie's arm to pull him back up while the other held onto the platform, making sure that he wouldn't get dragged off himself.
"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.
"You okay?" He already had some bandages ready, pulling them out from his outfits pockets and giving Bonnie a quick one-over. He himself felt drained from using so much energy and his arm was starting to ache from Bonnie's nails digging into his skin, but he was ignoring that.
“Don’t fall!” The last thing he needed was both of them going over the edge. Thankfully the reagent didn't weigh that much.
“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.
“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…
“…Sorry if I gripped ya too hard…m’fault honestly thought I was going to fall.”
Cliff flinched at the pat on his arm, but he recovered quickly with a nod. "Oh, it was nothing," he said with a dismissive little wave. Saving other reagents was something he barely thought twice about - he's been doing it god knows how many times since getting dragged into Sinyala and thrown into his first trial.
Admittedly, yeah the grip on his arm was rough. He wouldn't need bandages or even a small thing of medicine, but it still felt unpleasant. With little red marks forming where Bonnie was gripping he scratched at them the best he could through the red rubber gloves that came with his outfit.
"Eh, it's alright." He shrugged. "You did what ya' had to. I can't blame you for that."
“…yeah…I’ll be sure to treat you later with some little things I borrowed from the trials…” Mostly cigarettes, booze, candy, all that good stuff.
“Y’know…?” Bonnie starts to sit up, looking across where he just jumped at.
“…As a token of my gratitude and such.” He waved his arm absent-mindedly as if it didn't matter. It did. It meant a lot to him. Cliff could've been an imposter Cliff and stabbed him right as he got across, but that didnt seem like it would happen, or worse he could've left Bonnie to dangle for the hungry expop to come and find him.
“…We should get going…I’ll go right this time, kay? The codes aren't going to find themselves if I sit here.”
⚡️
— @cliffs-journal
[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]
Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…
In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.
“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.
“Pull me-pull me!”
It was a miracle that Cliff managed to grab Bonnie before he could fall off. He grunted and groaned while pulling his friend back to the platform: One hand gripped Bonnie's arm to pull him back up while the other held onto the platform, making sure that he wouldn't get dragged off himself.
"I got you, I got ya," he murmured, managing to pull Bonnie back up and onto the platform. Once his friend was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and let go.
"You okay?" He already had some bandages ready, pulling them out from his outfits pockets and giving Bonnie a quick one-over. He himself felt drained from using so much energy and his arm was starting to ache from Bonnie's nails digging into his skin, but he was ignoring that.
“Don’t fall!” The last thing he needed was both of them going over the edge. Thankfully the reagent didn't weigh that much.
“I-I’m fine!” Bonnie wheezes and lies flat on the ground after being rescued. “Outta breath, but y’know? Still here thanks to you…” A solid pat on the arm is given.
“Good job…just give me a minute, it's not like they can follow us across.” Imagine that, if the expop start tossing their friends across ravines…
“…Sorry if I gripped ya too hard…m’fault honestly thought I was going to fall.”
Officer be honest with me.
Did you hide all the bricks and bottles before I arrived?
[ @yourbuddybonnie ]
Ya think I got time fer that? You ain' nothin' special, dime a dozen in the rotten crop. But this makes it all the easier fer me.
“Ah think ya got plent’y of timee fer that, keepin’ the peace and all that.” (He’s clearly mocking the man’s accent. Hand on his belt and everything.)
“I guess I'll be using brick crumbs, instead of a whole brick.” 😔
❛ you getting any sleep? ❜
[ @yourbuddybonnie ]
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴ ᴇᴘꜱ. 5 - 8 ► accepting
"No." Too tired to tell a lie; too tired to make a joke of it. Was it so clear on his face that he had been neglecting his rest? Would anyone blame him?
The last few days have been riddled with nightmares of gargantuan proportions, at least to Franco Barbi. Nothing involving the facility and these trials, mind you, but rather memories of when he was a child. If there was anything in this world that Franco feared, it was his father; Salvatore Barbi. If they thought Franco had a temper, his father's was worse and he found himself at the receiving end of many a beating; sometimes for nothing at all. The worst of them had been when his father had found out about the affair between the young Barbi and his fourth wife, Angelina. No more than a few years older than Franco and absolutely stunning; she had been one of the few women Franco ever found himself... responding to. When his father found out about the two of them, he nearly beat Franco to death, only sparing the boy because of the blood they shared.
Then Franco was banished from Louisiana.
Imagine that; being forced away from home because of some stupid, irresponsible (and disgusting, some might say) mistake you've made when hormones were running high and attention was all you desired. His nightmares had been a constant reminder of the shame and embarrassment he felt being caught and the utter terror he felt when his father laid hands upon him once more; a reminder that the cold fingers of death nearly claimed the dwarf that day. His father was a terrible, giant monster in his nightmares that chased little Barbi stuck in a body yet to experience puberty and though he always woke up before he was caught, the chase was terrifying enough — he felt much like Snow White running through the forest, only the forest was something out of Alice in Wonderland and it was dark, and scary, and loud, and bright, and big, and too small all at once.
No, he hadn't been getting any sleep. He didn't want to with dreams like those.
"Why're you askin', huh?" || @yourbuddybonnie
A grimace crossed the reagent’s face as he pushed up his night vision…
“Well, you look like shit.” Bonnie was used to seeing the tired eyes of his fellow reagents, their energy depleted from the chase, the misery, the loss of a successful trial and the guilt they would face once they returned back to the sleep room, Easterman’s criticisms tended to hurt more then others depending on the person’s dedication. It wasn't Bonnie’s job to get that “How High” praises out of their heads but to at least comfort them, help them rest before they charge right back into it.
He doubted the stolen coffee and candy in his pocket would help a prime asset, maybe kneeling over and dying would do something. He chuckled at his own foolish thoughts, probably making Franco think he was laughing at him.
Cautiously, Bonnie poked his head out of the locker, deciding it might be safe to come out and speak to Franco, man to man or whatever.
“Why am I asking? Well, has anyone here asked about your well-being? Mama raised a polite gentleman, and I tend to keep it that way…” He answers with a strict nod, stepping out of his hiding space and tiptoeing into the light were Franco could see him, his arms raised up in surrender.
“Mama being…my mother—not, the Miss Gooseberry hahaa…what’s keeping up a dangerous prime asset like yourself? Hm? No warm milk before bed?” Jokes kept spilling out of his mouth in a attempt to keep the conversation friendly and light. “I can't sleep without knowing if everyone else in the sleep room is sleeping…was a field medic, so it's just a habit now…” He shrugs again.
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— @cliffs-journal
[⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall]
Thank whoever was out there watching Bonnie…
In this case, it was Cliff who caught the man before he could fall to his death over that gap in the train depot, at the docks. The man-child’s territory.
“Shit! Shit shirt shit—” Bonnie dug his nails into Cliff’s arm as he tried to pull himself up, his legs kicking wildly below.
“Pull me-pull me!”
Crow stares at the reagent "..do you want to help me throw bricks and glass battles at the prime assets?"
Bonnie stares back.
“I mean…always. But how do I know you're not going to run off if they catch me? I had that happen once.” 🤨
Crow fidgets with his hands "..I promise to help you if they catch you.."
“Good, good…cause I wouldn't want to be left behind! Let alone you, bird buddy.” Bonnie beams at the reagent, patting his shoulder with enthusiasm.
"Coyle is my favorite to mess with what about you? Any prime assets you want to bother?" Crow stares happily at bonnie
“Coyle’s funny when he's mad.” Bonnie chuckles in agreement.
“Probably Franco…hmm…and the Kress Twins.”
"the kress twins sound like a good idea seeing as there's two of us we can attack them from both sides plus I've never done that before"
“There's a reason not a lot of people do that…Arora’s got a mean aim…” 🤔
mirrored perspectives.
a compilation of action based ask prompts with two variants for different perspectives. there is a mix of romantic, platonic and antagonistic dynamics.
sender:
💋 sender brushes a kiss against receiver’s forehead
🗡️ sender stabs receiver from behind
🤝 sender offers their hand to receiver after a fall
🩸 sender wipes blood from receiver’s lip with their thumb
🛡️ sender steps in front of receiver to shield them
🔥 sender grabs receiver’s wrist to stop them from leaving
👑 sender adjusts receiver’s crown, hat or headpiece
🌙 sender tucks a loose strand of hair behind receiver’s ear
⚔️ sender disarms receiver in a swift motion
🕯️ sender lights a candle for receiver in the dark
📜 sender presses a sealed letter into receiver’s hand
🫀 sender places receiver’s hand over their heartbeat
❄️ sender drapes a cloak over receiver’s shoulders
🔒 sender locks the door with receiver inside
🪶 sender traces a mark or scar on receiver’s skin
🍷 sender offers receiver a drink from their own cup
🕊️ sender unties receiver’s restraints
🩶 sender rests their head briefly against receiver’s shoulder
⚡ sender grabs receiver before they can fall
🪓 sender knocks receiver’s weapon from their grip
🌹 sender pins a flower to receiver’s clothing
🕰️ sender pulls receiver back just in time
🧎 sender drops to one knee before receiver
🗝️ sender presses a key into receiver’s palm
🩹 sender bandages receiver’s wound with careful hands
receiver:
💋 receiver brushes a kiss against sender’s forehead
🗡️ receiver stabs sender from behind
🤝 receiver offers their hand to sender after a fall
🩸 receiver wipes blood from sender’s lip with their thumb
🛡️ receiver steps in front of sender to shield them
🔥 receiver grabs sender’s wrist to stop them from leaving
👑 receiver adjusts sender’s crown, hat or headpiece
🌙 receiver tucks a loose strand of hair behind sender’s ear
⚔️ receiver disarms sender in a swift motion
🕯️ receiver lights a candle for sender in the dark
📜 receiver presses a sealed letter into sender’s hand
🫀 receiver places sender’s hand over their heartbeat
❄️ receiver drapes a cloak over sender’s shoulders
🔒 receiver locks the door with sender inside
🪶 receiver traces a mark or scar on sender’s skin
🍷 receiver offers sender a drink from their own cup
🕊️ receiver unties sender’s restraints
🩶 receiver rests their head briefly against sender’s shoulder
⚡ receiver grabs sender before they can fall
🪓 receiver knocks sender’s weapon from their grip
🌹 receiver pins a flower to sender’s clothing
🕰️ receiver pulls sender back just in time
🧎 receiver drops to one knee before sender
🗝️ receiver presses a key into sender’s palm
🩹 receiver bandages sender’s wound with careful hands