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Dorothea Can’t Cook

Dorothea had been left to her own devices, alone in the kitchen with Sass and Thor watching her.

She stood over a stove with a wooden spoon in hand. Her expression was a frozen kind of wince. The stew in front of her had the main ingredients: vegetables, meat. However she wasn’t able to find the venison her father prepared, and instead used a rabbit her young brother had found.

It didn’t smell too terrible to her, but the more she added to the stew the more uneasy she felt.

Sass and Thor both covered their noses as they leaned over her shoulders to look into the pot.

“What am I doing wrong?” She muttered to herself.

“Thor believes Rabbit was, very old,” Thor offered, as if she could hear.

Sass nodded, “how can you mess up a stew?”

The broth could have been wrong? The surface of the stew had a shiny film to it, the vegetables sunk to the bottom of the pot when usually they’d be bobbing around on the surface. The rabbit chunks had a strange look about them.

“How can I mess up a stew?” She tapped the handle of the spoon to her forehead, muttering a soft “stupid” to herself before resigning to cleaning her mess up.

She turned to face her father, his eyes wide like dinner plates.

“Good heavens girl,” he said, shaking his head, “what on Earth have you concocted?”

Sass and Thor watched on, with Sass reaching for Thor. The two bit back their laughter, which dissipated the moment Dorothea’s father lurched forward.

They barely had time to think before she was pulled outside and they had rushed to follow.

Once empty streets were slightly less empty, with the some thirty settlers that gathered around her.

“I smelled it from across the way!”

“Poison, it must be!”

“Witch! She’s a Witch!”

Shouts went up from the group.

“I just wanted a stew,” Dorothea pleaded, “I meant to eat it myself.” She gave a soft laugh as she shook her head. “Surely this isn’t, you’re all mistaken.”

It was a day long event. It left Dorothea stood just outside of the settlement, watching as her neighbors just moved on with Sasappis at her side. He watched her closely to gage her reaction to the new predicament.

“I didn’t even get to try it,” she whispered to herself.

“At least hanging’s an easier way to go than food poisoning.”

Dorothea nodded. She reached up to take her bonnet from her head, holding it over her heart with a second nod. “Did they dump it?” She looked back up at him.

Dorothea and Sass shared a glance before running off towards the house that held the stew, they could both still smell it so it hadn’t been dumped just yet.

They made it in time, one of the older ladies poked at the stew that after cooling somehow smelled worse. And had turned to some kind of suspicious consistency.

The sound the gelatin made when the woman cut into it with the spoon. Dorothea and Sass winced after the strange squeaking came from the pot.

“Tell me she isn’t,” Sass said.

“She is,” Dorothea stepped forward. She moved up until she was right at the woman’s shoulder.

She watched, unblinking as the woman brought the spoonful to her nose to take the first close whiff.

“I can’t watch this.”

Dorothea followed Sass out of the house. The lady decided to follow her better judgement and tossed the stew out. It plopped to the ground with an audible thud.

“My family killed me over a stew.”

The two sat against a tree on the edge of the settlement. The one with the marks on it that Dorothea grew up playing around. That one.

They were joined by Thor, who pointed at her. And laughed. “It smelled terrible”

Dorothea rolled her eyes. “You smell terrible.” She imitated his pointing and laughing.

“Wolf urine, hides scent well.”

Sass leaned over to her, “you get used to it after a few hundred years.”

“Oh I can’t wait. Hundreds of years. Alone with the two of you.”

“More shall die,” Thor said, holding a fist up. Almost in triumph.

Dorothea and Sass went along with it. Raised up a hand and nodded, “yeah why not,” Dorothea added.

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Sasappis | Ghosts 3x02

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Juliette Bonney, CBS Ghosts OC

•Pre-Death Lore•

Fics of her are going to be posted on Ao3, Tumblr, and Fanfiction.net.

Here I’ll be posting some updates, imagery, snippets, etc about her.

Seems my child. Thank you.

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Saw you were taking requests, can i suggest something with preston and a fem sole survivor? Her treating his wounds after a fight maybe? :)

Taking Independence

Nora held onto Preston’s waist, his weight leaned onto her as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

He eased onto a dusty mattress that sat in what was once a bunk room of the Castle.

The air around them had gone stale, the smell of mirelurk settled in thick. The cement around them muffled the movement of minutemen outside cleaning up the mirelurk bodies.

It left the two alone, completely.

Nora had gotten familiar with the wasteland’s wound care routines. Especially with the baptism of fire that was the Museum of Freedom and Preston’s poor state then. She passed a bottle of the Bobrov brothers’ brew up to him before stabbing a stimpack into the cut across his thigh.

Preston grabbed onto her shoulder, choked back a groan.

“With how injured you always seem to be, you’d think you’d be used to this,” Nora shot him a glance.

He shook his head, eyes still shut.

“Very funny, General,” he said, voice just barely a whisper.

She let out a chuckle, pulling herself back up beside him.

“You keep getting hurt right before we gain new settlements, I’m gonna start thinking you want to get out of the manual labor.”

Preston nodded, “Oh absolutely.”

The two let a beat pass. Muffled chattering and moving, an occasional splash made it to them through the still air between them.

“This will be good for us,” Preston said, “for the Minutemen, I mean.”

“Mostly us,” Nora added, “now you’ll have other people you can boss around.”

Preston laughed. Probably the second real laugh Nora heard from him. She tilted her head in his direction, just to get a look at him in the moment.

“You’ll like me more now, huh General?”

Nora didn’t respond. She reached a hand up to his cheek, wiping off a stray bit of blood. She moved his head to the side, he humored her.

The stimpack may have cleared him up, but she’d still keep her habits. Her eyes bounced across his face. He tilted his head along in whatever direction she pushed him to, gave her a clear look at him.

She grabbed his hands and turned them over in hers, feeling them out.

When she was satisfied with her inspection, she nodded.

“Maybe I’ll miss you hunting me down whenever I get back to Sanctuary,” she said, “I don’t expect you to be the one on the radio telling us all where to go.”

He shook his head, “no, Johnny said he’s real good with the radio.”

“Well why don’t you come with me for a while, hm?”

Preston sat up straight, “really?”

Nora nodded, “Nick’s heading back to Diamond City in the morning.”

Preston nodded, “of course, General, anything.”

Nora shook her head, “Y’know I consider us equals, I don’t need you to call me that.”

Preston paused, before nodding again. “Of course Nora, anything.” He said.

The two looked at each other. A split second of eye contact, followed with light laughter. Light laughter that kind of devolved into leaning against each other nearly out of breath.

On the other side of the concrete walls movement had stopped. Music played instead. Upbeat music. The two looked at each other again, without a word the two stood to make their way out towards the rest of the Minutemen. Not finished cleaning from the battle, but still all chattering, laughing, some dancing.

“Yeah, this is good,” Preston said, looking towards Nora as she watched her fellow Minutemen,

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Hi. Hello.

Ask me to write something. I’ve been pacing my enclosure trying to think of something, but I have no ideas.

•look at this first tho

Ideally I would be prioritizing any CBS Ghosts requests, but if anyone wanted Fallout or Motorsport related fics im not gonna be dragging my feet.

Mostly short form stuff on here, working on trying to be more long winded, but it is what it is.

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Chicken Little • Requests Open

Formula 1

•Zhou Guanyu

•Yuki Tsunoda

•Franco Colapinto

•Oscar Piastri

Indycar

•David Malukas

•Pato O’Ward

Fallout

•Hancock

•Maccready

•The Ghoul

•Preston Garvey

Taking Independence

Preston x Nora, a brief moment after taking back the Castle.

CBS Ghosts

•Sasappis

•Dorothea Burnell (OC)

Dorothea Can’t Cook

It’s how she died.

Original Content

Coming soon

Long-form works

Coming soon

Original Character Sheets

•Juliette Bonney

•non-NSFW

•Romance optional, totally down for platonic stuff

•fem characters w male love interests mostly.

•If I don’t fulfill a request, please know it’s nothing personal.

•If you have a song to go along with your request, I’d love to hear it.

Current priorities:

Sasappis

Yuki Tsunoda

Franco Colapinto

David Malukas