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Art by @beemot

who makes up your ship?:

Wren Blake and John Seed

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Have tried to kill each other multiple times (she also spit in his face), banged it out, then tried to kill each other again. Have slit throats together, banged it out, then cut up some more people. They're Not The Drama. Wren killed John's sister and John kidnapped and tortured her friends because they got into a fight about Wren going to the Whitetails when called. Made out after. Literally obsessed with each other. Wren killed an ex lover of John's, John made sure she wasn't getting any anywhere else. He taught her how to kill, she taught him how to love...and to make people bleed more. Literally live in luxury and yummy foods while the sounds of the Resistance burning alive and dying are right outside. But Wren puts on some music and they dance, it's fine. They can't hear or see no evil. The Judge and the Baptist with their smiles and their bloodstained knives, how romantic. Also banged during the baptism.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

x: two scales balanced or wren x john https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6H6tL7MUDRlCaFEIth5Hvm?si=482c7067815742df https://pin.it/2TfjqXu

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who makes up your ship?:

Ludovica Rossi / Pier Lombardi

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Well. Ludovica met Pier when the two of them were in college and they both hit it off quite well, but once they graduated and got married immediately after things started to go a bit downhill. You see, Ludovica, being an aspiring business owner, was never really in it for the love-- she was in it to make herself look good, and what looks better to the public than a woman in STEM who is still married and has a child while being the ever so responsible CEO of a robotics company? Over the 10 or so years they were together (6 of which they were married for) Ludovica grew to resent Pier and all of his shortcomings, but was at least happy he was easy to manipulate into doing whatever she wanted. After a while, she divorced Pier, but one condition set Pier off the deep end; he wasn't allowed to see his daughter Chiara ever again. This condition made Pier, for lack of better words, completely *snap*, and he ended up completely reprogramming one of HINTCORP's (the robotics company Ludovica owns and that Pier worked for) prototype assistance robots to be a killing machine, and attempted to murder Ludovica with it. He didn't succeed at all, and dissappeared completely after the murder attempt, leading everyone around him to assume he died-- in particular, Ludovica claimed to the press and the court that he had committed suicide after the fact. Pier is, of course, still alive, lurking the halls of the abandoned HINTCORP building like a ghost. For more information, here's their separate toyhouse pages-- Ludovica: https://toyhou.se/9741346.ludovica-rossi Pier: https://toyhou.se/9728723.pier-lombardi The image submitted is the two of them in their college years :-)

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1StZkXat6iCSVwpp1OLhAi?si=e69524c2cb65406b

Sinister’s Creed

This is actually a supernatural fic with Ghost and Roach. They end up taking a road trip through the US and get lost. Roach ends up going missing while Ghost heads to a nearby gas station to grab some gas for the car. That’s where he meets one of the workers, Megan (yes I named her after me bc I was lazy 😅). They have a little chat and after Ghost gets the gas he needs, he leaves. Once he’s back at the car and realizes that Roach is nowhere to be found he high-tails it back to that gas station. Megan agrees to help him find his friend, since she knows the area better, however she knows more than she lets on. 

They made it to where Simon and Gary parked their car a few minutes after they left Megan’s place. It was a good thing Simon was good at describing where they parked or they could’ve been driving all around for hours until they found it.

She parked the car more onto the grass to make sure no other car accidentally hits it while they’re gone. The back roads could be a bit hazardous from time to time. She turned the car off, took the keys out of the ignition and popped the trunk.

Simon was the first out of the car, grabbing some of the supplies from the trunk. Before they left Megan packed up a backpack of a few water bottles, snacks and some medical supplies just in case. Gary was out here during the night and there’s a chance he might be injured.

She got out a moment later, locking the car and putting the keys into her jacket pocket and zipped it up. “Hopefully he hasn’t gone too far, I would like to find him in the next few hours.”

“I hope not either, I’ll never let him live this down if he did.”

She chuckled and swung the backpack on her back and shut the trunk. “You ready?”

“Yup.”

With a sigh they both headed into the forest, searching for any footprints that might have imprinted on the ground. There’s been rain for a few days making the ground soft and muddy, maybe they’ll get lucky and find some footprints showing them the way he went.

And since it was early morning, they had a lot of hours to kill before the sun went down. She just hopes they find him soon.

Dance With The Devil

This is my main Metro fic. It’s pretty much shows Riley and Hunter reconciling after the death of their daughter, and him taking her to Polis. So she can fully become that Spartan Ranger she always wanted. She ends up getting placed with Ulman for the majority of her training and a few months later Hunter wants her to accompany him back to Exhibition to help with their problem. However, Hunter goes MIA and she’s stuck with the task of taking Artyom back to Polis. I really want to get back to writing this, I miss Riley!

She nodded her head and sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her. All she needed was for someone to walk in without knocking, like her brother. For once she felt happy, truly happy and she didn’t want it to end. But it’s futile, they’ll be on their trek to Polis and something will likely happen. It always does in the metro.

“What kind of things?”

“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.”

Riley furrowed her brows and huffed. He wasn’t the one for surprises so this bothered her, he was always blunt and now he was being secretive? She didn’t like that.

“Well, this isn’t you Hunter. You’re not the one to keep secrets.”

He chuckled and stood up, walking over to the bed and sat down. “It’s not. But this will be worth it, I promise!”

“I hope so.” She looked over at him, face softening. “It’s good to have you back, I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too! Being away from you proved. Difficult.”

“It’s pretty cute,” John said conversationally as they walked out into the sort-of-alley stretching behind the Spread Eagle.

Elliot arched a brow at him. “Fall’s End?”

“That you’re still pretending you don’t like me.”

She rolled her eyes. Hard. It was near-impossible to ever get a read on John, a real one, because every time something happened, he flipped some kind of switch inside of himself and put on a big show of it again. That’s what he’d done with her the entire time at the ranch, and in front of his brothers, and—

“I mean,” John continued lightly, “we did kiss.”

And then, too. When Joey had come in and he’d pretended like he had some devious secret she wasn’t privy to. Of course, in a way, he did—but Elliot intended to keep it that way.

For now, anyway.

“Plenty of people kiss,” Elliot replied, huffing as she lifted her leg and balanced the crate on the top of her thigh to fish around her back pocket for the truck keys. “Family members. Friends. The Pope.”

“Do you think the Pope kisses with tongue?”

She shot him a dirty look, and he flashed his teeth at her in a grin. She said, “I’ll kill you, John.”

“Yes,” he acquiesced, clearly trying to behave himself. “You’re very scary and threatening, deputy. Put your leg down, you look like a flamingo—I’ll get it for you. Back right?”

“Is this an excuse to put your hand on my ass?”

“I don’t need an excuse to do that,” John informed her plainly. “I’d like to do so anyway.”

“Back right,” Elliot confirmed, feeling his finger hook into the belt loop of her jeans to turn her more towards him. “And don’t take your time, Seed, I’ve got a surprising amount of upper-body strength and it’ll take about five seconds for me to slam this crate of supplies into your—”

“Shhh—shh shut up.”

John hissed the words into the shell of her ear, slapping a hand over her mouth and hauling her behind the edge of the Spread Eagle. The crate of supplies she’d been carrying nearly toppled out of her hands; Elliot could hear the sounds of voices on the other side of the building, car doors slamming and laughter.

It wasn’t Eden’s Gate, because they chattered comfortably in what she now recognized to be Swedish. The Family, she thought, but only vaguely—and only vaguely because John’s fingers over her mouth and his breath on her ear and the sudden way he’d pulled her out of immediate view of the streets in Fall’s End had kicked her brain into high gear.

She tried to turn it off. Wouldn’t that have been nice, if she could just do that—turn off the instant surge of panic and the urge to drive her elbow straight into John’s face for spooking her? After all, it was one thing for John to slowly crowd his body up against hers, lean down because he wanted to kiss her but didn’t want to spook her, card his fingers through her hair and say I can have both. It was entirely another to—

The reasonable thing to do would be to reach up and pull his hand off of her mouth. But that would mean dropping the crate, and that would mean having something inside of her brain that wasn’t screaming RED ALERT, ABORT MISSION, IMMEDIATE DANGER, ABORT ABORT ABORT—

So she didn’t. She thought only about how it felt like she couldn’t breathe, how both the abrupt way John had grabbed her made her want to be sick, how the knowledge that the Family was just feet away sparked an itch for violence in her, and so she opened her mouth and—

“Fuck!” John’s hand jerked from her face, and he hissed the word out probably about as loud as self-preservation would allow him. “Did you just bite me?!”

“Told you not to fucking grab me like that,” she snapped viciously, pitching her voice into a whisper at just the last minute. “You’re lucky I didn’t take your finger off.”

“You—” The brunette sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing into dangerous, gemlike slits. Though her heart was hammering in her chest from the instinctual adrenaline, it felt good, too, to have John be wary of her. He’d gotten too comfortable getting in her space, touching her, instigating a response or a fight or some kind of visceral reaction out of her because he didn’t know how to get attention unless it was negative attention.

“Don’t. Fucking. Grab. Me,” Elliot reiterated, biting the words out between her teeth.

“Okay,” John replied tartly, shaking his hand like he’d just gotten stung. Didn’t draw blood, she thought, somewhere in the back of her mind. A shame.

“You’re being a baby about it.”

“You bit—”

It was Elliot’s turn to hiss at him to shut up when the sound of the front door of the Spread Eagle shutting caught her attention. She heard tables and chairs getting moved and scooted around, the sound of someone laughing at something another person said drifting through the back.

Car, she mouthed at him, now.

For once, he didn’t complain, but yanked the crate out of her arms to haul it into the truck while she grabbed the keys from her back pocket. It took about thirty agonizing seconds of situating before she turned the key, grimacing—knowing that they would be heard—and then slammed her foot on the acceleration.

Nobody came rushing out of the bar. Nobody hauled ass to hunt them down. Elliot thought she might have heard the sound of inquisitive voices just before the engine of the Eden’s Gate truck roared to life; but she couldn’t say for sure, especially considering that her world became the grind of the tires on the dirt road before she hit pavement.

Should have stayed, something in her said, fingers itching. Should have stayed and fucked them up for trying to take Joey from me.

They made it all the way out of Fall’s End and to the gas station before she slowed down. John was looking at his hand still. She glanced at him, the dread of a possible run-in still fresh in her stomach, and said,  “I didn’t even draw blood.”

“You’re a fucking animal,” was his reply.