#jazlyn scyon

[loveydoveypiperwright]

   The remnants of rusted over cars, tires, and rubble littered the road, soaked by the downpour that fell from the soot-colored sky above.

   Despite being dawn, the sky held a deep, sulking blue. A cold breeze ran about the air, just gentle enough to hum.

   Rain clicked against the asphalt and the metal exoskeletons of abandoned vehicles, bouncing off worn-rubber tires, and flooding into the cracks of the pavement. But that wasn’t the only thing to click. Four paws patterned against the ground, followed by two pairs of footsteps.

   And just across the way, a heavy whirring grew closer.

   “With new inventory coming in weekly, who knows what electronic treasures you’ll find on your next trip to Wattz Electronics- Hello, intelligent and informed consumer! Please take a flyer and stop by Wattz Electronics for all your electronics and household appliance needs!” droned an approaching Protectron, extending a soggy piece of cardstock.

   Jazlyn plucked the flyer from its hand, the bot turning away from her to cycle through the same message as it moved further down the road.

   “Two hundred and ten years since all this went down and those clunky things still work.” Carol blew her lips together, rolling her eyes.

   Jazlyn shook her head, placing the cardstock on the roof of a nearby automotive, taking a quick look at her Pip-Boy. She glanced at the remaining route to the city, before shifting her gaze to the road ahead of them. “We’re not far. Perhaps another ten-minutes walk.”

   Carol still wasn’t convinced. It was hard to recognize this place to be the Boston she once knew. She looked to her left, staring at the murky waters of the Charles River. She grimaced at the sight of a half-sunken boat.

   “Jazlyn?”

   Jazlyn turned to her, her hair sticking to the sides of her face due to the rain. “Yes?”

   “Do you think the old woman’s ‘Sight’ is real? I can’t shake what she said. “You are women out of time. Out of hope.’”

   “What is the credibility of an old woman when advice is still advice, once it boils down to it?”

   “Honestly, I don’t fucking know.” Carol shifted, raising her left hand to guard her eyes against the rain.

   “I want to believe that woman. For your son’s sake. For Cadet Kennedy.”

   “You- You can say his name. Nate never did anyone harm.”

   Jazlyn chuckled, brushing a cluster of damp hair behind her ear. “Sure. For Nate.”

   “Did you know him well?”

   The two shifted onto a large bridge, bypassing another wreck of a car.

   “I didn’t ask him of his personal life, no, but you could tell by the way he carried himself he had someone back home. He didn’t have an attitude.”

   A bittersweet smile adorned Carol’s face, snapping her head away for a moment.

   “He’d do the same for you, you know.” Jazlyn continued, “I’m sure he would. Whatever that ‘Sight’ is, at least it’s a step in the right direction.”

   Carol cracked a smile, “For a step in the right direction, my feet sure do hurt.”

   Jazlyn rolled her eyes, climbing atop a part of wreckage in the middle of the bridge. Once at the top, she extended her hand to Carol, helping her up and over.

   The two continued on, heading straight forward. According to both of their maps, the city was right ahead of them. Once met with it, it just appeared to be broken panes of glass.

   The two diverged to the right, passing a group of people in baseball gear, picking at the bodies of what looked to be green giants. The ladies looked to each other, each with confusion, before pressing forward. As they walked, they passed more people in the same baseball get-up.

   As they headed through a large gate made of scrapped sheet metal and board, Jazlyn gasped as she saw the copper statue of the baseball player.

   “Carol!” Jazlyn tugged on Carol’s sleeve, “We’re at Fenway Park!”

   Carol stared at her Pip-Boy, “Well, yes, but this says its Diamond City.”

   “What do you mean you can’t open the gate?” Rung a voice to the left of them, “Stop playing around, Danny. I’m standing out in the open here for crying out loud!” The rain continued to pour.

   “I got orders not to let you in, Ms. Piper. I’m sorry, I’m just doing my job.” Replied a voice through an intercom.

   “Ooh! “Just doing your job?” Protecting Diamond City means keeping me out, is that it?” She laughed, “‘Oh look, it’s the scary reporter!’ Boo!”

   “I’m sorry, but Mayor McDonough’s really steamed, Piper. Sayin’ that article you wrote was all lies. The whole city’s in a tizzy.”

   The woman groaned, “You open this gate right now, Danny Sullivan! I live here! You can’t just lock me out!”

     “It seems journalism never changes.” Said Jazlyn, crossing her arms. Carol elbowed her, stepping forward.

   The woman pushed her fists to her side, looking around the vicinity. As soon as she caught sight of Carol, she beckoned to the two of them.

   “You two.” She whispered. “You want into Diamond City, right?”

   “Well, at least we’re at the right place.” Jazlyn remarked.

   “Shhh. Play along. Wha- What’s that? You said you’re a trader up from Quincy? You have enough supplies to keep the general store stocked for the whole month? Huh…”

   The two blinked.

   “You hear that Danny? You gonna open the gate and let us in or are you gonna be the one talking to Crazy Mirna on losing out on all the supply?”

   “Geez! Alright! No need to make it personal, Piper. Give me a minute.”

   The large contraption outside the wall near her began to unhinge, slowly being lifted into the air. The woman leaned in close to the two of them, “Better head in quick before ole’ Danny catches on to the bluff.”

   “Wait,” Carol piped, “This place, Diamond City. What is it?”

   “Oh, the “green jewel”? She’s a sight. Everyone who’s anyone in the Commonwealth is from here, settled here,” She gestured two thumbs to herself, “got kicked out of here. A big wall, some power, working plumbing, schools, and some security goons are what make Diamond City the big ‘monster’ it is. Heh. Love it or hate it. You two will see for yourselves soon enough. Let’s go.”

[loveydoveypiperwright]

LITERALLY???? I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

THANK yOU SO m U CHHCHCHC

You captured her so wELL and I'm just???? FULL OF LUV 4 U???? ?? ??? She's so so sO cute in your style and thats totes how she acts with people fidhdhcyvkhsyst I love the "You're mean. >:3" the most 💖❤💖💚❤

Thank you so much!!! You're so kind 😊😄

I wanted to doodle more Fallout 4, so here’s @loveydoveypiperwright ‘s SS Jazlyn hangin’ and mouthin’ off with the wife, Piper!

I hope you like ‘em! She is so pretty and salty and SO fun to draw.

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Bit of a fashion show with Jazlyn today :D

I pick up too many random outfits

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Be Your Worst Self

I was tagged by @my-da-phase , so thank you! I'm sorry I haven't done a tagging game in a while but I'm getting there :DD

Rules: Take this quiz for your character(s) and post the results!

I'm gonna tag @dwindledownthesidewalk + @aced0g & @deblightful but thats only if y'all want too. Have fun if you do!

So I took this test for Ayesleigh Surana originally, but it told me she was too? possessive?? of her things and loved ones, which I don't agree with since she has trouble keeping things/people around, due to her circumstances in the Circle. So I took it for Saar Ataash Adaar.

For Saar Ataash Adaar, it said she's super narcissistic, which I also don't agree with. Saar Ataash cares most for those around her and their wellbeing, not herself. So I took the quiz again for Lucille Hawke.

For Lucille Hawke it told me she was a perfectionist, which I again, don't agree with. While Lucille, as much as the next person, likes a job well done, she doesn't mind how well its done. If a jobs done, its done. So I took the quiz a fourth time, this time for my Sole Survivor from Fallout 4, Jazlyn Scyon. It was accurate this time, eek

"You Are An Emotionally Volatile Nightmare"

Your heart guides you and sometimes that's not as dreamy or romantic as it might sound. It's true that your feelings often inspire you to heal and create, and as long as those feelings don't steer you wrong, you're capable of truly visionary accomplishments in the name of empathy and love.

Feelings, though, aren't always gentle and sweet. You know that better than anyone, because your own emotions - the same overwhelming forces that inspire you to make the world a better place - can take you to very dark places, especially if you believe that the subject of your ire has shown unwarranted cruelty toward you or something you hold dear. You know that your feelings aren't necessarily rational, but that doesn't stop you from dramatically blaming other people for causing you pain. Of course, you might not even stop at crying; that notoriously brilliant creativity might even spur you to express your wrath artistically - nothing says “emotional stability” like a morose, vengeful poem.

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I’ve realized I’ve never shown any caps (lol) of her, here’s my Sole Survivor Jazlyn Scyon. She’s the SS from my fic w/ Pipes at Sanctuary. 

[loveydoveypiperwright]

Yes, hello, I'd like to introduce Jazlyn Scyon because I can. Jazzy is a former US Navy Vice Admiral, who retired two years before the events of Fo4's prologue began. A few months after that, Nate (A good friend of hers) came to live with her, just to take care of her, as he was a military vet himself. Five months before Vault 111, Nate introduced his infant son to Shawn to Jazzy, who's mother had died during childbirth. Two months later, she officially became his adoptive mom. Shawn was as much as a son to her as he was to Nate. Witnessing Nate being shot all for a child through his struggle broke her heart. She truly lost her best friend and son that day. But life goes on. It always does. Jazzy was excited to see Codsworth again, and he eventually followed her everywhere until she laid on her death bed. Throughout her travels, Jazzy met Nick Valentine completely from luck and fell in love with Piper Wright who ended up joining her in her travels. The four of them were inseparable. They fought Kellogg. They found the railroad. They saw the Institute. They brought the end to the Brotherhood and Institute combined. They saved Far Harbor. And they were happy.

People should tell me about their sole survivors…. just saying…

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Top five (5) OTPs

Thank you @tevinter-amatus!! Tagging @medievalrat and @cullywullycake !!

1~ Ayesleigh Surana x Leliana

2~ Saar Ataash Adaar x Sera Adaar

3~ Jazlyn Scyon x Piper Wright

4~ Lucille Hawke x Merrill

5~ Cierra Ryder x Peebee

Thank you for tagging me!

[loveydoveypiperwright]

How do your OCs dance?

Thank you so much @medievalrat for tagging me!!! I decided to include their LI's since I didn't want to go deep diving for somethin' accurate with little clue what I'm lookin' for. LI's seemed to narrow it down a bit ;P

Jazlyn Scyon and Piper Wright

Jazlyn: Pipes! Deeks! Meet me at The Third Rail at 8! Don't be late! (Bunch of dorks)

Annalise Shepard and Samantha Traynor

Even bigger fuckin' dorks, I swear

Cierra Ryder and Peebee

Highkey feel like Peebee likes dancing one to one instead of clubbing

Saar Ataash Adaar and Sera

Saar purposely swung Sera around at Halamshiral. Boggle the nobles and fun doing it, ya' get me?

Lucille Hawke and Merrill

Lucille isn't much of a dancer, but it was Merrill's idea to go out. The two will make it their personal mission to embarace Isabela

And finally Ayesleigh Surana and Leliana

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Again, thank you so much @medievalrat !! Your baby beans were totes adorbs. Hey hey hey @fen-harel and @haloneshiral , y'all wanna give this a go? Ya' don't have to if you don't want to, lol. Have fun!

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@falloutarchive Hey buddy, just in case you didn't see this on Valentine's Day, here it is again!

@falloutarchive Bruh I said “Not on my watch!” and I mean it!! Here’s a bit of Violet and Jazlyn staring at the stars. I hope you’re feeling well today :0)

[dawdl-ing]

*screams for all fucking eternity*

I FUCKING LOVE IT. THANK YOU. SO. SO MUCH. ❤️❤️💕❣️💕❣️💕❤️❤️🥰🥰☺️😍🌟💥❤️❤️👌🏻❣️😭😭

   The remnants of rusted over cars, tires, and rubble littered the road, soaked by the downpour that fell from the soot-colored sky above.

   Despite being dawn, the sky held a deep, sulking blue. A cold breeze ran about the air, just gentle enough to hum.

   Rain clicked against the asphalt and the metal exoskeletons of abandoned vehicles, bouncing off worn-rubber tires, and flooding into the cracks of the pavement. But that wasn’t the only thing to click. Four paws patterned against the ground, followed by two pairs of footsteps.

   And just across the way, a heavy whirring grew closer.

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GAAAAH YOURE SO SO WELCOME!!!

I wanted to doodle more Fallout 4, so here’s @loveydoveypiperwright ‘s SS Jazlyn hangin’ and mouthin’ off with the wife, Piper!

I hope you like ‘em! She is so pretty and salty and SO fun to draw.