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This is probably gonna be the last teaser till i finish the thing:P

POV: You're york

Found family becoming so toxic they have to found another family

So,, to celebrate my five-day weekend, I've decided to open some RvB themed fic requests! Some quick guidelines: I don't to NSFW requests. I don't personally do a lot of shipping (Yorkalina being my Achilles' heel), so any otps may end up looking a little more like brotps. Sorry in advance! I'll do my best! Requests will probably be a couple of paragraphs to a page or so long. I will do as many as I can, but I may not get to all of them! If you're really invested in your request and it doesn't get done this weekend, contact me and I might try to get it out in the next couple of weeks. Other than that, go nuts! AUs, canon, anything that you like! Just make sure to give me more than two characters names! If you're interested in something longer than a few chapters, with fewer restrictions, I am open for Art/Craft trades that can even cover multi-chapter fics! (The art trade I'm working on right now is going to be eight chapters long). I also take commissions! Anyways, I can't wait to get to your guys' requests! Have at it!

Red vs Blue Secret Santa: South's Christmas Escapade

My RvB Secret Santa gift for mspyro! One of the things on her list was a fic showing South in a more positive light! I really like seeing a more three-dimensional approach to her character too! A fair waringing, this is pretty self-indulgent and cheesy. I'm sorry if it's not the best thing I've ever written! If you want something better I'd be happy to tackle another one of your prompts! I hope you had a Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday/fun regular day!

A common misconception aboard the Mother of Invention was that Agent South Dakota was completely heedless.

The assumption was born naturally enough – after all, South Dakota had not historically been delicate with the feelings of others. She couldn’t be counted upon to alter her demeanor to suit the needs of others, even in the direst of situation. No matter how the dynamics around her shifted, she was still South: stubborn, abrasive, and driven .

Most people assumed that she was oblivious to social nuance, that she was too self-absorbed to pay attention to her surroundings. Either she was too dense to care what was going on with the rest of her comrades, or she just didn’t care. South was happy to let them think that. It was easier for everyone. The others didn’t need to know that when she was sitting alone in the mess hall, seemingly brooding, she was really tuning in to her own version of Freelancer Radio.

It was during one of these silent surveillance sessions that she first heard North mention Christmas.

Holidays as the twins were growing up had always morphed into huge affairs, with decorations and seasonal foods, even gifts. Birthdays, Halloween, Easter, they were escapes, excuses to celebrate, ways to make up for the family dysfunction that dominated the rest of the year. Come winter their parents practically vomited Christmas cheer over the house. There were stockings and holly and Christmas cookies; relatives swarmed like flies around a dead animal. After a certain age South had become disillusioned with the festivities, seeing them more as interruptions of her daily life than manifestations of joy.

North, however, had thrived on these occasions. He was always the one humming Christmas carols before November was out the door, the one insisting on putting the star at the top of the tree. He even liked being surrounded by extended family, even though they weren’t far from being complete strangers. South sometimes wondered if he had missed things like holidays since they had joined up. She never asked him, and he never said anything about it.

That day in the mess hall, though, she heard him, his voice warm with fondness, describing in great detail all of his fondest memories of Christmas to his excitable AI, Theta. She could hear the child-like computer program chattering excitedly, occasionally pausing to ooh and ah at one of North’s stories. South tch’d, trying hard not to be amused. She was supposed to be the sour one, after all.

“Do we have Christmas here, North?” She heard Theta asked tentatively, sounding downright hopeful for being essentially an advanced toaster.

North’s chuckle was low and comforting. “I don’t think so buddy,” he said, cheery front faltering ever so slightly. Anyone who didn’t know him as well as South did would have missed it. “It would be nice though, wouldn’t it? You know when we were little South and I were little-”

There was something about the wistfulness in North’s voice that made it claw straight into South’s ears, burrowing into her brain and ruminating there until she knew something had to be done, if only for her own conscience’s sake. People could say anything they wanted about South, but they could never say that she didn’t love her brother.

This was not going to be good for her reputation.

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The whole exploit had proven a bit more difficult than she had originally intended. She had initially hoped that no one else would have to know about her little project, but some of the tasks she had undertaken proved beyond her area of expertise.

In the end, she had to let Connie in on her secret. That was fine, she supposed. If anyone had to see her soft underbelly she was glad it was Connie. She had recruited her friend after a thoroughly exasperating encounter with FILSS. Dealing with supercomputers had never been her strong suit. Connie, on the other hand, knew how to sweet-talk the ship’s AI. CT seemed to know all of the ins and outs of the computer’s programs, and proved much more successful than South at mocking up a simulation. South might have been swayed to show her gratitude had the smaller agent not giggled when she told her what she wanted made.

“Shut up!” South snapped.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just… so not like you!”

 “I said shut up!” She fixed Connie with her most menacing glare. “I swear to god, if you tell anyone about this I will through you straight out the airlock!”

Under that threat, Connie had been able to summon up a modicum of professionalism.

Worse than Connie, she had had to beg a favor from Wyoming. He was on the squad with the next shore leave, and she needed something from on-planet. She \ tried to convince him to switch her leave dates, but in the end the best she could manage was for him to pick up a package from her. Owing Wyoming a favor made her feel dirty enough, but the way he looked at her when he handed over the package told her he had looked inside. She hoped he could tell from her stare just where his entrails would end up if he dared bring the matter up.

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In the end, the worst part about the whole endeavor was the nerves. She stood in the training room chewing the inside of her cheek as she waited for her brother. He hoped she had gotten the note she had slipped under his door, that York hadn’t picked up it first and hid it from him like the jackass he was. She also hoped that word of her peculiar behavior wasn't spreading around the ship. A great deal of time and effort had gone into building up the persona of the tough, no-nonsense bitch, and she didn’t want the entire thing to crumble because she was caught, heaven forbid, caring about someone. And what if North thought the whole thing was stupid? That they were too old for this kind of thing? What if he laughed and shook his head and gave her that damn look like he was talking to a fucking teenager and not his grown-ass twin sister.

Hell, she was about to cut her losses and run when she heard the clomping of combat boots on the hard metal floor. No turning back now.

“South?” North called out before daring to enter. He sensed something was amiss. “Are you okay? It’s a little late for a sparring session, can it wait until –“

With his first step onto the training floor he almost choked on his words. His widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Theta’s voice replaced his own.

“Wooow!”

There, standing in the middle of the training room floor was South. Standing behind her was a large, holographic Christmas tree, peppered with glittering colored lights. Her expression lingered somewhere between expectation and nausea.

“Merry Christmas bro.” She said in a small, sheepish voice.

“South…” For a moment she was afraid she was going to get some condescending speech. Luckily, North continued before she had a chance to aim a right hook at his face. “You did all this? For me?”

South shrugged, scuffing her boot against the floor. “Well, you and Theta. I mean, the kid had never seen Christmas, right? It’s not that big of a deal…”  

North’s grin was so radiant South worried he might pull a muscle. Before she had time to wriggle away he had his arms around her in a crushing hug. “It’s a huge deal, South.” He insisted.

“It’s amazing!” Theta chimed in, drifting over to the tree to inspect it. "So pretty!"

South clawed at her brother’s shoulder. “Get off me you big dope! Let go!” North laughed heartily at her squirming but conceded, backing away to give his sister room to breathe.

She tried her hardest to scowl at him, but she doubted very much that North believed her anger. “Alright, whatever. I guess you should open your gift now or something.”

“South…” North began again, but as soon as the box was brandished in his face he amended whatever he had been about to say to, “Is this wrapped in pages of our field manual?”

“Shut up and open it!” South snapped, and North was kind enough not to antagonize him. With Theta watching in what she hoped was computerized glee, North tore the ruined instructions on bomb disposal and rifle maintenance off of the box and popped it opened to reveal a mug emblazoned with the words “World’s Okayest Brother”.

South was once again amazed that he didn’t manage to rupture something with his grin.

“This is great, South. Really, it is. I just….”

“…. Feel bad because you didn’t get me anything. Yeah, I figured you would. I’ve got it covered.” From behind the trunk of the holographic tree she produced a second mug, this one bearing the words “World’s Okayest Sister”.            

“See? It’s like, matching or whatever. I know you like that kind of shit-“

Once again North was hugging her, mug still in hand. South started swatting at him again, but when he tightened his grip she relented and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Alright fine. But you can’t tell anyone about this, got it? Not a single person. Not York. Not Wash. No one.” North inhaled in a way she knew meant he was about to ask a question, so she explained before he could bother. “Can’t have people start thinking I’m soft or anything. They’d walk all over me.”

Her brother was smiling again. She wasn't sure how she knew, given that his chin was on her shoulder. She could just tell.

“Our secret.” He promised.

She let him hang on to her for a few moments longer before she started feeling antsy. She was getting ready to worm out of his grip with North spoke again.

“South?”

“Yeah North?”

North hesitated a minute. “You do know it’s December 9th, right?”

South scowled and socked him in the gut. Lightly. It was Christmas after all.

Honk mimimmm

ok I started editing like a day ago for shits and giggles but its actually really fun

From now on, we will be using code names…

Here have a transparent North. Feel free to use it because it was a bitch to cut him out and i don’t want anyone to have to deal with that pain ever again

The boy, for my first post… Yes I forgot the scars but eh I’ll fix it later lmao

(Hello rvb fandom)

So, uh.

Uh.

Yeah I don’t have any explanation here. Not even gonna try to defend myself with this one. Saw a post about femboy hooters and thought this would be entertaining so I colored my last drawing a little…. differently. THIS ISN’T MY USUAL CONTENT I SWEAR

(….. If you listen real, real close, you can hear Tucker having a heart attack in the background…)

BACK TO NORMAL ART POSTS NOW I SWEAR

🎶Come onnn Carolina, have fuuun Carolina 🎶

(She has a face tattoo of the Roman numeral for 12 because North Carolina was the 12th US state and idk it felt like a vibe. Plus I’ve been watching too much Arcane)

Might do a colored version later, we’ll see how the vibes are. I h a t e coloring with a passion… you don’t understand…

Concept for a funny Tuckington AU I came up with the other day:

Essentially- the first time you make contact with your soulmate directly with your skin on theirs, it leaves a permanent mark for the rest of your life.

And so basically the concept of the fic was that since they're wearing armor literally almost all of the time, Wash and Tucker in the fic have known each other for quite a while since they originally met and took down project freelancer, but had never physically made contact skin/skin.

But then one day they're just arguing like normal, and get in a particularly bad argument (Idk what it’s about), and they happen to just be inside of blue base and not wearing their armor, and Tucker just like, fuckin’- SLAPS Wash in the face AS HARD AS HE CAN.

And Wash is immediately pissed and is going to punch Tucker in retaliation but then sees that Tucker is just completely frozen in just pure shock and mortification like the complete dumbass he is, and Wash is still pissed and is like “WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!”

And Tucker just kinda closes his eyes and is like

“Oh you've got to be fucking kidding…

.... You're going to fucking kill me.”

And Wash is still pissed off from the fight they'd been in, but now he's also incredibly confused, so it takes him a second to understand, but then it just slowly sinks in to his mind why Tucker is acting weird and he's just like “....... No...” And just like kinda touches his face and is like

“there's...

... I mean...... there's no way that......

…tell me I don't have a…”

And Tucker just kinda awkwardly has to inform him that yep, he now has a permanent marking in the shape of a hand print right on the side of his face (and Tucker has one on his palm). Chaos ensues.

I have more ideas about this too including some for Grimmons and Yorkalina, plus Tucker and Wash trying to hide their very obvious marks like the awkward morons they are lol

(sorry if this has been done before, I’ve never seen it hahaha)

HELLO EVERYONE TIME FOR A SILLY RVB HEADCANON

North used to cook pancakes for all the Freelancers when he could occasionally get his hands on the ingredients. It was never easy to get the stuff he needed or to make them on the Mother of Invention, but he didn’t mind because everyone (even South and Carolina) always lit up when he made the pancakes for them, and it was one of the only periodic/consistent bright points in their lives, as small and insignificant as it might have seemed on the surface. pancakes are still Wash and Carolina’s favorite food to this day but it’s not something they really talk about due to the emotions connected with the memory.

(More below the fold)

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Bonus:

Wash naturally wakes up earlier than the reds and blues, so he tried to remember how North used to do it so he could make them pancakes one morning, but he completely botched it. Embarrassed, he disposed of the remains of the scorched confections before the reds and blues woke up so they wouldn’t know about it and acted like nothing happened, but he stayed up all of that next night trying to get the recipe right. When the soldiers woke up that morning it was to the delicious scent of pancakes, which a very tired but happy Washington was just finishing preparing for them. Even though there weren’t perfect and were shaped a little lopsided, everyone loved them and ate together, having a great time and very appreciative of the surprising gesture.

It was a very bittersweet moment for Wash, and though he didn’t let the others see, he teared up from the memories of his old friends/family enjoying the same treat back on the Mother of Invention. It was happy crying too, though, because he knew that North would have been proud of him.

Carolina is the only one who understands the real meaning behind the gesture, and even her prickly demeanor softens at the memories that morning, as in that bittersweet moment she chooses to sit back and remember the good things, like York always sneaking her an extra pancake and the freelancers actually feeling like real people for once instead of just weapons. She doesn’t say anything, but nods to Wash to tell him that he did a good job, and the entire group enjoys the loveliest Saturday morning that they’ve had in a while.

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(Bonus bonus…… after that, Wash discovers that he actually really likes cooking because it makes him feel good to make people he loves happy. He is god awful at it, though, and asks Grif to teach him in secret, then after weeks and weeks of lessons, cooks Tucker a genuine meal and he’s amazed and it’s amazing and wholesome af)

Cleaned up version of the Agent Georgia/Agent Utah sketch I did for Joltning

The earlier one was much messier since it was a sketch, but I wanted to clean it up because I loved the Tuckington thing that Jolt did for me 👍

(Might post the full one later but for now, here, have these two iconic freelancer gays lmao)

Don’t worry, this is simply a gift, we’ll be back to your regularly scheduled Tuckington BS soon ;)

Sort of suggestive Tucker/Wash fanart below the fold… heh.

I promised Tuckington, and l'm a man of my word, damn it! (First time drawing anything like this, have mercy)

Nothing explicit explicit, tumblr made me crop >:/

So mad I can’t post the full image- tried, but it got flagged… I was so proud of this one dang it

(feel free to message me if you want to see it I guess? Idk lol. Maybe I’ll make the next post the full sketch but mark it as mature and it will be okay??)

(Next post will be more wholesome again Imao)

Variation of the boy because I feel like it 💛🩶🖤

Self indulgent (unfinished) cat Washington doodle because I can >:)

(The others put a bell around his neck because normal Wash has very quiet footsteps already, and cat Wash would be silent and accidentally scare the shit out of them)

(Caboose put the bow on his tail because he got excited and likes kitties and thought it looked nice. Ultimately, he was way too excited and wholesome about it for Wash to turn him down)

Them ❤️💙

Them (part 2) (mostly freelancers >:P)