#citizenxsoldier

[whatwastelanders]

If they had a kid: Ian/Casey

[Prompt]

Name: Sidney Galloway Cassidy

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Long dark hair; dark eyes (often accentuated with dark makeup); a near-permanent frown of irritation. Prefers casual clothing (t-shirts, jackets, jeans, combat boots) but will don light armor when necessary. 

Personality: Quiet; ambitious; sarcastic; petty; observant; confidant. Sidney is a woman of few words, and even fewer friends. But what she lacks in friendliness, she more than makes up for with unwavering loyalty to those she genuinely cares for.

Special Talents: Downright artistic with a knife - for better or worse.

Who they like better: Ian.

Who they take after more: Ian.

Personal Headcanon: Sidney learned the basics for mechanical repair, but it was never a passion of hers. Not that general mercenary work was something her heart sang for either. However, she did learn that people will pay a handsome sum of caps for intel and items that may or may not have belonged to someone else at one point.  Sidney utilizes her expert sneaking and lockpicking skills to swipe goods and information alike, and goes by the moniker Ghost to keep her identity unknown.

Faceclaim: Cazzie David

[whataradscavver]

“Oh, hey. You’re up. Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to sleep in or not, so…”

[Prompt]

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in so late,” came the apology, quick and sincere. Jay looked guilty, as if he had wet the bed for the third time in a week, and an uncertain frown had settled on his face.

“Did you need me to help with anything?”

[outwithaboom]

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

[Prompt]

It wasn’t often that Baptiste lashed out at someone who bothered him. After all, he roomed with raiders half the time, and letting them get under your skin could result in death - or worse. Besides, most comments didn’t upset him - nothing he hadn’t heard or thought before.

But the raider had gone too far - not by speaking about Baptiste, but about Casey. It had started simple enough - just some crude comments about her looks and what she might do behind closed doors. But then it had gotten more than crude - it became cruel, predatory, and Baptiste had firmly told the man to stop.

When the raider didn’t take too kindly to being told to keep his thoughts to himself, he decided to tell Baptiste in detail what he planned on doing to Casey once she left the bar. That resulted in Baptiste politely - and permanently - putting an end to what the man was saying, breaking a few of the raider’s teeth with his brass knuckled fist.

Casey had witnessed the hit, and had started to speak when Baptiste gently brushed past her and followed the man out of the bar. He hadn’t planned on killing the raider, but in the scuffle outside things had gotten heated, and after being slashed with the raider’s knife, Baptiste made sure the raider wouldn’t get another chance to inflict a wound on him - or a chance to find Casey another time and left his body in the alley for the rats.

He returned after, still hot with anger and shaking from the adrenaline. He had been met with Casey’s bright smile, pushing a glass of whiskey into his hands and commenting on the way he looked.

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured softly, bloodied hand grasping his glass while he tried to steady his breathing.  

[myheadgetsloud]

“What do you think’s down there?” - Scott

[Prompt]

Jay peered down into the dark depths of the long abandoned building’s lower level and frowned. Eventually, he offered a shrug to the man.

“No idea. Thought we were here to find out?”

[101wastelanders]

Kid Meme: Casey/Asher

Name: Flynn Macer Cassidy

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Dark brown hair that’s cut short, bright blue eyes and somewhat thin lips. He’s quite tall, standing at roughly 6′3, and has a slim but athletic build. 

Personality: Independent, driven, confident, brash, sarcastic, quick learner, observant

Special Talents: Reading people

Who they like better: Both

Who they take after more: Asher

Personal Head canon: Flynn was by no means a planned child, but that didn’t make him any less loved. Asher and Casey were not romantically involved when Flynn was conceived, and their relationship remained somewhat casual for a long while. Neither of them felt prepared enough or fit to be parents, but somehow they managed to raise a decent human being together. Even though he knew that the relationship Asher and Casey had wasn’t a very typical one for parents, Flynn never faulted them for their unorthodox parenthood. They taught him everything he might need to know about making it on his own, and if anything he’s thankful for it. 

Faceclaim: Steve Lund

[deadendtheatre]

The Fastest Way To A Girl’s Heart Is Through Her Ribcage [Casey, Ian]

citizenxsoldier‌:

Casey flashed him a grin in return as she claimed the spot next to him by the bar. “Just one? Never,” She replied, and the grin turned into a teasing smirk.

She motioned for the bartender to bring over another of what Ian was drinking, and once the drink was placed in front of her she took a generous sip from it. She sat the glass back down and turned her attention back to the man beside her, looking him over unabashedly for a moment before she inclined her head.

“If I’m Trouble, who might you be?”

The reply brought a smirk to his face, and before she had managed to turn her attention from her drink back to him, Ian had already got an eyeful. So far, he liked what he saw.

“Mischief,” he replied with a shrug. “Or Galloway. If you prefer that.”

[forgiveyesterday]

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

[Prompt]

James removed his hand like he had been burned, pulling away with such speed that it looked like something physically painful had occurred to his hand. 

Usually, he was good about not using his left hand when it came to people. Unless, of course, he was meaning to cause them some pain. It wasn’t that he couldn’t control the pressure he exerted - he was very careful to keep that in the front of his mind - it was that there was no give to his grasp. It wasn’t human.

James could hold on as loosely as he wanted with the left hand, but it was still metal, still solid and uncomfortable and he was never sure if it caused discomfort to those who came into contact with it. Which is why he made the effort to keep his hands to himself.

But with how close the two had been, the way she had been looking at him, the way she had been kissing him -- he had momentarily forgotten that he wasn’t all flesh and bone. Guilty, he mumbled a weak apology and stood, trying to get his blood flowing back to his brain and trying to shake the dreadful feeling that sat on his chest.

[thawedwonder]

"Someone’s rarin’ to go." [Casey]

[Prompt]

“Just excited is all,” Rori replied with a short laugh. “Been a while since I’ve been able to have some fun and relax.”

[agoldenchain]

✿ Appearance☼ Personality✉ Intelligence☠ Battle Prowess

✿“Tattoos, huh? On a pure-and-holier-than-thou Minuteman? Whaddaya know. Not my type of thing, usually.” A one-sided shrug. “Cute otherwise.” 

☼“Heard she’s got a helluva mouth on her. Not just to drunks, either - guards, authority. Least, thass what I’ve heard.” A snicker. “Wonder what she’d have t’say to me? The Minutemen and us, we ain’t exactly buddy-buddy.”  

✉“Guess she’s gotta be smart, running repairs. But there’s a difference between technical skill and common sense, which girlie seems t’lack. Someday she’s gonna mouth off to the wrong person.” His smile curls, eyes lidding. “That’s when my boys step in.”

☠“Don’t look like much, but I didn’t get by this long underestimating. ‘Nother sniper type - you close the distance successfully, and she’s all yours. I’d put good caps on it.”

[enduredparadise]

Waiting for Andy, resting securely against his pillow, is a brown paper bag. Inside the bag is an unopened bottle of vintage, single-malt whiskey, and around its neck is a ribbon with a polaroid picture. The girl in the picture was, unmistakably, Casey, and she was wearing just enough to leave precious little to the imagination. On the pack of it, she had written "A little pick-me-up until next time, soldier boy."

It was fortunate he had been staying overnight in a hotel alone and therefore wasn’t at the mercy of his crew. Something like this would have had them riled up for weeks.

However, this was something he could enjoy. He’d have to find a good hiding spot for that picture - god forbid Cash or anyone else at camp find it. The whiskey would wait, for now, until he next saw Casey. Then they could celebrate... maybe recreate that picture of hers.

[whatwastelanders]

If they had a kid: Levi/Alex

[Prompt]

Name: Drew Ranson-Rose

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Dark brown hair, usually cut just above her shoulders; piercing blue eyes; rounded face.

Personality: Kind-hearted; confident; outspoken. Naive; trusting; tolerant.

Special Talents: Getting into places she shouldn’t (lockpicking & sneaking); speaking (and signing) sarcasm like a native language.

Who they like better: Alex

Who they take after more: Levi

Personal Headcanon: Drew stands up for the little guy and is always in search of the truth, often sticking her nose “where it doesn’t belong.” While this has put her into more than one troubled situation, she’s made it out with more friends than enemies in the long run.

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

[whataradscavver]

“ so what will it be tonight? “

[Prompt]

“I was thinking.. booze, maybe some movies, a real good dinner,” Asher started, looking over at Jay who was completely entranced and giddy while he played with Jaeger. “Don’t think he’s had much experience with any of those things, so it might perk him up.”

[outwithaboom]

Overprotective [Baptiste, Casey]

citizenxsoldier:

Casey had tried to stop Baptiste when he began following the man outside, but he had quickly pushed past her and left her standing there alone and confused. She hadn’t heard the exchange that started it, but she felt she knew the former Boomer well enough to know he wouldn’t engage in a fight for no reason. When she had attempted to follow after the two, Whitechapel Charlie had stopped her and told her it was best to let them sort out their differences alone. begrudgingly, Casey had ordered another round of drinks while waiting for Baptiste to return. Because he was going to return, right? He had to.

Minutes passed, and just when she was about to ignore Charlie’s advice, she spotted a familiar face descending the stairs. Once the frenchman was securely seated next to her again she pushed a glass of whiskey into his hands with a small smile.

It wasn’t until a few sips later that she opened her mouth again, but still didn’t say anything just yet. She sighed and leaned heavily on the bar, facing him, with her chin propped up on her hand. “You know, I don’t much like being saved, but when I have to be… I just wanted to say thank you,” she said eventually, and glanced down slightly before her gaze sought out his eyes in the dim light of the bar.

They weren’t words he was particularly expecting to hear. They weren’t unwelcome by any means, but they still left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn’t anything to be thanked for - not when it could have been avoided from the beginning. Still, when Baptiste thought of the words that had been said, of the look in the raider’s eye - he felt his stomach churn with anger.

Frowning, he focused his attention on the whiskey, taking a somewhat shaky sip while he let her appreciation hang in the air between them, not sure how to respond. Not sure if he should. Eventually, once he let out a wavering breath and blinked, he nodded in acknowledgement.

“You don-- you are welcome,” he eventually murmured, still uncertain of how to respond. Baptiste could tell from how she angled her face that she was wanting him to look at her, and for a moment he couldn’t. After another swallow of whiskey, he managed to meet her eyes, briefly at first, before finally settling on them.

“I don’t try to make a habit of that kind of behavior,” he explained, wanting to make it clear that he wasn’t entirely pleased with his actions. The Boomer gritted his teeth, looking away from Casey and closing his eyes for a moment, clenching his jaw while he tried to remain calm.

“But the things that were said... they were not things to be taken lightly and I let them get to my head more than I should have.”

[myheadgetsloud]

“Where are you hurt? Is all of this from you?”

[Prompt]

“Just my leg and head,” he answered, before shaking his head at her next question. He dipped the rag back into the warm water, trying to wring some of the blood out of it before wiping his face again. 

“No, not all mine. Some of it is from the uh, the molerats.” 

[101wastelanders]

Kid Meme: Casey/Ian

Name: Jack Galloway, goes almost exclusively by Jack

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Black hair and blue eyes paired with a killer smile. Jack is about 5′10 and is of average weight and build with a toned musculature. He has a pale complexion that tans easily when exposed to the sun.

Personality: Confident, sarcastic, savvy, honest, headstrong, resilient and stubborn.

Special Talents: Music and mechanical repair.

Who they like better: Ian

Who they take after more: Casey

Personal Head canon: Considering who his parents are, it should come no surprise that Jack grows up with an interest for music, horror movies and mechanical repairs. Despite what a lot of people might consider an inborn sarcasm, Jack is generally an optimistic guy who rarely gets offended. When faced with adversity, he’s the kind of guy to spit in his hands, roll up his sleeves and put his back into it. 

Faceclaim: Cody Christian

[deadendtheatre]

“That tickles!”

[Prompt]

“I’m sorry, did you just give me some wonderful ammunition to use against you until the end of time... for free?” Ian asked, over-exaggerating his mock surprise by placing a hand over his heart. He could barely hold back the mischievous grin that threatened to cross his face. 

“That, my dear, was a terrible mistake on your part.”