#my scalp is kind of blue lmao WORTH IT

[telomirage]

before 🤎🖤 and after 🪲🌱🌿🥬💚

[dulcewrites]

Unnerved

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (kind of lol), implied aegon targaryen x reader (wc: 3.1k)

Summary: Being at court is a game, and your favorite opponent is a certain long haired Prince.

A/N: I sort of adapted this from my fool me once series. I got an idea of the reader being slightly more ambitious. But then realized that would change the story so this kind of a new one lmao. Some elements are from like Aemond being married (this time to Floris Baratheon) and possibly cheating 👀. But anyway just wanted to explore Aemond and reader being haters but also having crazy sexual tension. *insert something smart about Aemond hating someone that is a mirror of him*

The heavy fabric of your dress seems to drag more than usual.

The extra care given to your appearance hopefully will not go unnoticed. The gown is your most expensive. A deep blue Lyseni cut dress with beaded bodice, and silk sleeves that slip open and ripple like water.

Walking the halls of the Red Keep is at night is not something you frequent. Working up the courage was always something that made you falter. But the result would make it worth it.

You bite back a smile when you see Ser Arryk not near his post. For a moment you consider knocking, worried that Aegon may be in the room with someone. The thought never bothered you till recently. A surge of confidence overtakes when you just open the door instead.

The fireplace in his is uncharacteristically blazing at this point. You stop in your tracks when you notice long legs extending from chair near the fire. Long silvery blonde hair catches your eye, and your heart sinks. Before you can turn around to make a beeline towards the door, an eye flick towards you.

“My Prince,” you bow your head softly. “You are back from the trip.”

You try to keep you voice bright, and unassuming but you are sure disappointment colors your tone. Aemond gives you sly smile.

“Come to look in on my brother, I assume,” condescension laced through his voice. He gestures to the book in your hand. There were days Aegon did enjoy hearing you read, but most of the time the conversation dissolved into other things. He would start at the seats in his room, you at his desk… till the you ended up on his bed. Faces close, and whispers soft.

“Yes, Prince Aegon always enjoys hearing about the histories.”

Aemond’s polite disposition drops, and he lets out a short laugh. “Right, I am sure he enjoys hearing about the histories from you.”

You feel yourself falter. An unnerved and unprepared feeling burst in your stomach.

But a lady is never those things. Not ever. Your mother’s voice rings in your head. A true lady never worries. The best of them can turn negatives into a positive.

You put on the sweetest smile you can and nod.

“This week we read about all about Maegor the Cruel.”

Something flashes behind his eye that you can’t quite put your finger on. He hums softly, giving you a once over. Inspecting your dress, your hair, your face. The hair jewelry holding back your hair starts to feel like it is digging into your scalp. Not feeling comfortable standing and letting him dissect you, your feet lead you to sitting in the chair opposite him.

“I do hope Prince Aegon is well.”

“What you mean to ask is where is he,” Aemond corrects. “He was not here when I arrived. He may be out on a late-night joyride with Sunfyre. Perhaps wandering the Street of Silk for another type of joy.”

You say nothing, laying the book flat on your lap. It should not shock you. Aegon is not getting that from you. You know Aemond does not believe that by the false innocuous way he mentions his brother’s indecisions. Every bit of attention Aegon puts elsewhere is a win for him. He decides to twist the knife more.

“I bet the discussions you two have are ravishing,” Aemond replies sarcastically, leaning back further in his chair. It only makes you more aware of your posture. More of mother’s words - Back straight, chest out, and head up my dear girl. “Aegon has always been known for his ability to hold a riveting conversation.”

“I think you underestimate your brother. He retains information quite well, and loves to debate,” your hands trace delicately over the large book.

Aemond’s eye doesn’t leave yours. The enjoyment wiped from his face. He just stares soberly.

“You know the sad part is that I genuinely think you believe that. You think you will be able to carry on like this. Pretending this all for companionship and light reading.”

Your eyes drift to the fire. A part of you wonders what it would be like to just stick your hand in it. Would there be excruciating pain or would the numbness that you force into you mind spread through your body? The old wives’ tales Aegon tells of Targaryens being fireproof pop into your head. Maybe that is where Aemond’s gall comes from; the inability to burn the way others would. You wish you could test the theory. What a sight it would be to see him engulfed in flames.

Aemond lip curls a bit. “But at least you can pretend with the best of them. First born sons deserve the best, even the best whores.”

The harsh words are strangely tinged with pity.

“Tis a shame, the way court changes a girl.”

Your eyes snap back to him. “I am not a girl, my Prince. The same way you are not a boy.”

The two of you are the same age. The superiority in his voice is not needed nor appreciated. You must bite your tongue not the bring up the stories of youth Aegon has told you about. His life has been court fodder many times over. It would be too easy to bring up the strife a young Aemond had to go through. Too unladylike to bring up the little boy you know is still tucked under the bravado.

He would revel in taking you out of yourself.

“You could get out of it, before it is too late,” he pushes the subject more. “Marry some lord and be swept away from here.”

The possibility sounds nice. Away from court, away from your family. Maybe a different version of you would agree with Aemond. Acknowledge that being at court, that striving for more has stolen something from you. A life of simple monotony away from the Red Keep sounds lovely. But you are not a different you. You were made and pushed into the world in your parent’s image. Simple is not enough, monotony is not enough.

“I appreciate the advice,” you smile calmly. “But I would miss everyone too much to do that just yet. I would miss Prince Aegon, along with Princess and the children. As well as you and sweet Floris.”

Aemond stands abruptly at the mention of his sister and wife. The light from the fire reflects on the side of his face. He looks like something out of a fairy tale. You are sure he wants to look intimidating but looks more ethereal if anything. He shares that trait with his siblings.

He goes to leave without another, but a sudden urge washes over you.

“Wait, my Prince,” you set the book in the chair and go to where he is near the door.

You wet your thumb slightly, watching his eye linger on your mouth.

“You have a little rogue there.”

Your thumb traces over the vein on his neck, and you feel him stiffen under your light touch. You flinch a little when his hand grabs your wrist firmly. For a moment, you don’t trust your instinct fearing your boldness has taken you to a point you cannot tip toe back from. You become acutely aware of blade resting snugly against his hip. He could slit your throat easily. But you have seen him training; he would go for a more gruesome approach if given the chance. Slow and painful.

Instead, he gently placed your hand at your side. His hand making a route from your wrist to the delicate tips of your fingertips. There is a coldness left when he lets go.

He leaves without another word.

“I will tell Prince Aegon you stopped by,” you lie as you call after him.

Aegon does eventually show up. Riding gloves on, and cheeks splotched, pink from the cold. He goes on and on about something Sunfyre did. You sit, pleasant and accommodating, the way men like him want. Hanging of every word as if you would die not hearing the next one spill from his lips.

Despite the dragon drivel, your mind does not drift often, liking the easiness that comes with speaking with an agreeable Aegon. But when it does, it only fixates on one thing.

First sons deserve the best… even the best whores

“She is not pregnant, Your Grace.”

The maester seemed nervous to tell the Queen. Aemond bites back a breath of relief when the words come out, eye fighting to go back to outside the window next to the wall where he leans. Floris’ face scutches into a frown.

Alicent chews on her cheek in clear aggravation, a tell Aemond can pick up from years of noticing his mother’s ticks. But like any good diplomat, she quickly replaces the disappointment with smile towards Floris.

“Well, it can take time,” she tries to give a good-natured shrug. “No reason to worry.”

Alicent had gotten good at giving her kids the same empty placating statements sprouted to her by her own father. Everything is going how it should. No need to worry. You will be fine.

They do not believe her the way she does not believe Otto. She can at least say she knows her children well enough to see they do not believe it. Alicent is sure her father still deludes himself into thinking his halfhearted attempts at warmness work.

Even the smartest man in the Seven Kingdoms can be mind-numbingly daft at times.

The maester and Alicent jump into words of encouragement and ideas to help a seemingly upset Floris. Aemond assumes he should join in, comfort his wife but his legs don’t catch up with what his brain tells him is best. Instead, he stares out of the tower window, a flash of deep red and black catching his eye.

He sees you walking through the castle with such sure steps, in perfect tow with his sister. A creep of bitterness works its way up Aemond’s throat. The way you have encroached into the inner fabric of his family leaves him feeling uncomfortable. As if you were always meant to be here. A harmless addition, but he knows better. There is nothing harmless about the way Aegon looks at you.

The only vindication he gets is his mother’s shared hesitance. But in the end, he knows Alicent is too tired to say anything unless true harm is being done. Even she can appreciate Aegon having a singular focus for once, even if it not his wife. And she is undoubtedly fond of your strait-laced yet kind nature. You knowing your place makes all the difference. But Aemond sees hints of boldness and rashness.

It feels odd watching a woman not of his family so garishly wear the color that matches the walls of the castle. But too terribly fascinating to look away from. The black dress with Ruby red trimming sits off the shoulders elegantly. Your hair pulled up showing off a swan like neck that he has only seen on his mother.

Poised, well-read, quick witted, and all wrapped up in a pretty package. You are the ideal vessel for a royal bastard; he knows you see it too, you are too bright not to. A perfectly placed temptation.

He knows his brother is foolish enough to try it.

Mindlessly, his hand goes to his throat. The touch is not the same as yours. His sword withered hands nothing like the dainty soft one that danced across his nights ago. He swallows thickly.

“Aemond, are you listening,” his mother voice breaks through his thoughts.

He nods. As he pushes himself from the wall, he swears he can feel eyes looking up at him.

— — —

Aemond starts to wonder if all his thoughts will be tinged with violence and paranoia.

Simple ideas can be quickly shifted into something morbid. He does not when it started. After he lost his eye? After watching Aegon and Helaena get married? After learning about get married himself. It is easy to have this to turn into dust and ashes in this family.

Though Floris is a welcomed difference. The right amount of different yet bland enough that his thoughts on her dissolve into nothing. Sweet, and palatable; things could be far worse he guesses. He could be stuck with far worse. She lets him do as he pleases. Finds ways to occupy herself that has nothing to do with him, a comfort.

When he hears laughter coming from their chambers, he assumes she must be with one of her ladies in waiting. He internally groans at the small talk he must make with them. Pretending to care about whatever court gossip they dither on about. But when he walks in he sees a table full of tea and treats.

“My love,” Floris hops up from her seat, a bright smile on her face. A warmer disposition than the one she had been sporting since the news of not being with child.

Before he can reply, the person in the seat turned away from he springs up with equal vigor.

“Prince Aemond,” you curtesy, polite smile on your face.

For today, the cold, silk targaryen-esque garb had replaced with a lace emerald green and gold gown. Coils falling in way that create a halo around you. He should add chameleon to the list of attributes. The transformation is remarkable. The typical icy demeanor being washed away with a young, sheepish, and girly smile.

Aemond bites back a sneer. His body feels like it vibrates whenever you are near. He has not figured out if it is anger or something entirely different.

“We were just having tea,” Floris looks at you then at the wine on the table, and you two share a knowing giggle. “Chatting away.”

He waits for the moment you finally excuse yourself, but it never comes. The two of you continue to whisper and giggle as if there is an inside joke no one else will be in on. He tries not to focus on it as he takes off his riding gloves, and cloak.

A guard comes into the room asking for Floris. He sends a prayer to the Gods that his wife will take you with him. But all she does is tell you that she will be back soon.

“Did you have a nice ride,” your voice rings through the room. Aemond lets out a deep sigh, turning from the clothing cabinet. He turns to find you lounging in the chair, goblet in hand.

He doesn’t answer, just stares at her leaning against the wardrobe.

“I have always thought about it,” your lips are stained red from the wine. “Taming a dragon, riding a dragon. Your wife is very lucky.”

Aemond blanches at the image that passes through his head. The vibrating feels like it is starting to radiate inside to outside. You down the rest of the wine.

“I am assuming she had ridden on Vhagar with you.”

She had…. once. Aemond had assumed it would romantic or a deep connection would be had. His at the time future wife meeting his first friend. She threw up afterwards, politely saying that she would never want to do that again.

Dragons are not for everyone.

“Maybe my brother will finally put you out of your misery, and let you ride his.”

Your lips curl into a cruel smile. “I would like that. I hear one good ride always clears the head. I am sure you have needed that lately.”

Aemond frowns not understanding what you mean.

“Floris was telling me about your problems. Do not fret Aemond, impotence is very natural while under pressure,” your eyes travel down his body, and you give him a fake pout in pity.

Aemond is sure he is about to lunge at you. His vision goes red for a second. “I am not impotent,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Nothing of what my wife and I do is any of your business.”

He shouldn’t feel the need to explain himself to you. Insolent girl with too much time on her hands, and too many ideas in her head. Aemond slightly curses his brother for being the reason you even come around. You hold your hands up innocently.

“Your wife invited me to tea, and she brought up the conversation. I am only now trying to extend my support.” 

Aemond always thinks the people around him are too trusting, too open. Helaena is painstakingly warm to whoever shows her an ounce of kindness. Aegon is easily swayed with pretty faces or a sense of camaraderie. His mother’s whole being shuts down at the sound of compliments. Floris is alone at court, in need a friend. You meet all of their needs in ways he cannot begin to. You know it as much as he does.

He should feel upset at his wife, but he doesn’t even have the passion to do that.

So, all he can do is focus on how you bring on a nagging tug in the pit of stomach. How he trusts absolutely nothing you do. How embarrassed he feels about you knowing any intimate details about him.

“But if I could give some advice,” you get up from your seat, walking towards him. “If your wife is not doing the trick, perhaps thinking about other things may help. Something that makes the blood pump a little faster.”

Aemond’s throat bobs. He glares, trying to think of cruel insult to dismiss the notion, but he finds his mouth dry and his tongue heavy.

The moment is interrupted by Floris coming in with a smile. “What did I miss?”

The transformation happens again, Aemond thinks. The low voice you had put on, and the hazy look in your eyes instantly go away. You turn to her with a chipper smile.

“I was just telling Prince Aemond about how I am looking forward to going to the orphanage with you, Princess Helaena, and the Queen on the morrow.”

You lock arms with her, and all Aemond can do is watch.

Wretched girl.

—— —

Later that night, when he feels Floris’s lips on his neck, and her hand working down his chest. He tries to think about how lucky he is. Floris is pretty, and kind. He has bolstered his family through the marriage. It should make him happy.

Despite himself, he finds himself thinking about other things. About berry red wine-stained lips, and a perceptive mind. A wet thumb tracing where his wife’s lips are. Heat pulls in the pit of his stomach at the thought of you wanting to ride a dragon. That night he cums harder than expected.

Maybe second sons deserve the best too.

[chrysalispen]

an excerpt from some things i’ve been working on. ngl this was written because i really just love the intimacy of things like washing your SO’s hair for them LMAO

anyway, moar nerowol fluffy nonsense under the cut.

spoilers for the omega raids as this is set post-sigmascape.

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He let his head rest on the edge of the pillow as she'd bid him. Carefully she set the pitcher and earthen basin to one side, then leaned forward just enough to kiss him right on his hairline. 

"You'll never be happy if you keep comparing yourself to Cid. You'll always find yourself wanting, and brooding over things you could have done differently instead of taking heart in your successes." Unbound by the product he used to keep it under strict control, his hair was a morass of blond waves and curls. She noted that he hadn't released his grip on her arm, either. " Living a life by your regrets is no way to live. Take it from someone who knows."

"You don't-"

"Don't what? Don't doubt myself? Don't make mistakes? Don't do things that other people can do better?" She tucked a stray lock behind one of his ears. "Of course I do, I'm not infallible. Nor is Cid for that matter. And for the record, he's told me plenty of times there are things you can do that he can't."

"Things that no one else recognizes."

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"Aurelia-"

"No, I'm serious." She patted his cheek, ignoring the slightly abrasive scratch of beard stubble. He'd need another shave when she was done washing his hair. "Why do you need the rest of the world to tell you something you already know?"

Nero lay in silence for a very long time before he said, very quietly,

"I came from nothing. I don't want to return to nothing."

"You won't."

"How very idealistic of you, dear Warrior. The world isn't kind to those who languish in obscurity. And I," he shifted position just enough to take her hand, "worry that I will be forgotten, or left behind. I worry that any time lost and not working is a step I won't get back. I worry-"

"You want to leave your mark on the world. As one of the great engineers of the age."

"Among other things, yes."

"But you've already achieved that status." Aurelia combed her fingers through his hair, slowly and gently. "You have to share that spotlight with Cid, certainly, but it isn't as if you've gone entirely unnoticed."

His bandaged chest heaved with his sigh.

"This from a woman as famous as Garlond, if not more so."

“ I would hardly call myself ‘famous,’ in truth, “ she replied. "Few know my name, nor am I known for what I would desire to be known."

"Fame is fame."

"Fame of this sort is a double-edged sword," she said, and cupped his jaw to tilt his head back into the basin of warm water. He shut his eyes, the gentle rhythm of her fingers working soap into his hair coaxing him out of his dark mood almost against his will. "Frankly, I miss being anonymous."

"And what would you want to do, then, had none of this happened? The Calamity, or any of it?"

She smiled. "I'll have you know I had plenty of lofty dreams as a girl. Some of them might sound silly to you."

"Try me."

"Hmm... bringing 'civilization' to the far-flung corners of the star through the wonders of magitek and modern medicine. Further study at the Academy, of course, perhaps their bioengineering programme. Travels to lands throughout the Empire if not beyond it. I had designs on coming to Eorzea in my own time." She paused, then shrugged. "Perhaps even love, and a family, eventually- though of course that would have come later. At least in my girlish imaginings."

"And now?"

"...At least I got the traveling bit, I suppose," she said with deceptive lightness.

Fame of this sort is a double-edged sword, she had said. He thought he understood, at least somewhat. For all the privilege into which she had been born, fate had not been particularly kind to her. Even in freedom from the Empire’s strictures she had spent much of her time as a woman-shaped weapon upon whom an entire realm had thrust its hopes and burdens.

That was no freedom at all. The realization saddened him more than he cared to admit.

"I admit I would not have consciously chosen the life I have led thus far. But I have often wondered what would have become of me had things turned out even a bit differently."

"I cannot say I disagree,” he said wryly. “Coerced defection does rather change one's outlook.”

The solemnity of her expression was at last broken by a small and hesitant smile, like watching the sun peek from the depths of a heavy cloudbank. 

He pondered his next question, shutting his eyes and blinking slowly like a contented cat, as she continued to run careful, soapy fingers through his curls. "So if you had the chance to go back in time," he said finally, "and change anything you liked-"

"Well, time travel doesn't really work like that."

"Oh, come now. Humor a man at death's door, won't you?"

"Death's door? That's rather dramatic, isn't it?" Carefully she tipped the pitcher of fresh water at the edge of his hairline, watching the soap rinse out of the wet locks. "For the record, you were only partially dead."

"Point of order: I was mostly dead. You said so yourself."

"That was when Cid had just pulled you from the rift."

"Pedant. You- ow."

Aurelia lifted one damp hand from the open-palmed swat she'd dealt his thigh. "No name calling."

"You are cruel, Warrior of Light. Utterly ghastly," he proclaimed, his mouth bowing in a mocking and exaggerated pout. "No care whatsoever for a man's aches and pains. No projects. No commissions. No leaving the bed. No toys. And now I must needs be subjected to the merciless thews of the eikon-slayer?"

"Mercile- there's no way that little love tap hurt, you peacock."

"Merciless thews, I say. What in all of the seven hells have I, a man of impeccable reason and mountainous intellect, done to deserve the worst bedside manner in all Hydaelyn?"

"Clearly your life is naught but a struggle." Aurelia struggled to keep the bowl steady for her own laughter. "May I finish washing your hair, Master Scaeva, or have you yet finished laboring beneath the terrible weight of your own genius?"

"Perhaps," he drawled. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"No. Now hold still, unless you want soap in your eyes."

"Only if you answer my question."

"Nero, I'm not-"

"Sweetling, come now, it's a thought exercise. Purely in the realm of the theoretical. I wouldn't ask if I weren't curious."

She was still smiling as she gently wrung the water from his curls with one hand, then tilted the jug for another rinse. Nero fought the urge to shut his eyes; the cool water felt good on his scalp, and it felt even better to have clean hair, but he was intent on watching her. Her dark blue eyes seemed very far away.

At last, she said:

"...I think I would not change a single thing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Not even-" he began, and caught himself with a grimace.

"You can say Haurchefant's name." Aurelia reached for the fresh linen towel that lay neatly folded on the stool. "It won't hurt me."

He exhaled. 

".....I really am a shite on occasion," he said. "Garlond's right about that much. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. This is where the results of my choices and my circumstances have led and even knowing what I do now, I think I have learned to live with them. I think it's... it's very important to accept your losses alongside your victories. No matter how painful."

That remark felt pointed, but Nero didn’t have the chance to mull over it before that small, sunny smile of hers returned. 

Quickly his eyes fell shut again.

“And I think had I not made the choices I made,” she said, “it’s very likely our paths would never have crossed-- just as they would not have done had your choices been different. That knowledge alone is enough.”

One of his hands blindly sought hers, and squeezed. 

“For what it’s worth,” he observed, hoping she would assume his eyes remained closed in order to keep out the soap, “I do count myself fortunate that they crossed.”

She squeezed in return.

“For what it’s worth,” his eyes didn’t need to be open to hear the smile in her voice, “so do I.”    

[kiivg]

if you had to pick your top 5 favorite pieces of art you've done, what would be your top 5? :)

.I’m going to be completely honest and say that going back through my art just to find five pieces that I’m proud of has just reignited my love for drawing. Like I used to draw so much of my OCs and so much... ya know... ,’;)c ...that I’m wondering why I ever stopped doing that. I mean, I know why, because people just weren’t interested at all, but I loved it. I’m looking through it and I love it still.

.Hell, on the chance that someone wants to ask about my OCs, please do it. I’m desperate here lmao.

.Anyway, here’s not the five pieces you asked for, but fourteen of the last four years instead :)c.

.2017;.

.Marcus; his tarot card was just beautiful, and I don’t have the full picture anymore because it probably wasn’t drawn in 2017(?) I can’t remember. But I loved it, I still think it looks pretty sweet. Just the design of it, it’s lacking in skill in regards to his hair and things but still, the aesthetic is tasty.

.Cullen x Samson; I loved this picture, it’s really tender and soft, and the belly folds just bring me joy. Also it was an art trade so I got a sweet picture in return.

.No One; the whole picture is one of him as he was then, and a picture of him when he was younger, and I think the side by side comparison and the body language change was just amazing. He’s standing tall on the left, proud of who he is, and on the right he’s slumped over, sagging, hiding behind a length of ratty hair. He is ugly on the left, however, so I chopped that off :).

.That Dude; There’s something about his bowl cut that I love. I remember he’s my DS2 character, but I can’t remember his name. I think it’s Lawley? But I’m not sure. Also the nose, pointy, delicious. A wimp. Clearly a mage, and he totally kissed Manscorpion Tark. :)c.

.2018;.

.Victor; I loved this piece just because of the story behind it, the idea that Victor just chops all his hair off, messily, bloody, cuts up his scalp a little in desperation, it just sings to something in me.

.Gaspard; I love him. The tan lines, the simpleness of the shirt because I was too lazy to paint it up. The little flicks of slightly loose hair at the front. He’s tasty. 

.Ishalenanatarasylnin; I put this through so many filters, and it’s messy as hell, but there’s something in the lighting and it looks ethereal. This guy is otherworldly and I think I portrayed that pretty well. And the halla horns, this isn’t a Dalish man to be trusted. I definitely tried t do something with putting little things in there that spoke of some kind of story.

.Ealther; my DS3 character, I cannot remember how I made those lava droplets, but they just look fantastic don’t they? Amazing. He’s embered, he’s ready, and he’s a bloody coward and I love him. Also a mage, because why would I not be a sorcerer in Dark Souls?

.2019;.

.Skeever; this is my Skyrim boy, and I love him a lot. I remember drawing this some time after I deleted all my accounts, and it felt amazing to just draw something for no reason other than to draw it. Also I modded the hell out of Skyrim and he was once Stinky Rat Man and is now A Very Cute Rat Man instead.

.Leon V Mr X; All that red, and the fact that Leon’s clothing is entirely grey almost, and not blue at all. That was a huge lesson to learn about colour theory and all of that kind of thing.

.Kruber; I just like this one because it was the first body pillow I created, and it was also sent to Fatshark as well. Which is fantastic. They showed it on a livestream thing lmao.

.Sienna; the lighting on this, her hair, it’s beautiful. It could be wilder, it could be stronger, but I was just so proud of this when I made it, and I’m still proud of it.

.2020;.

.Thennris; did anyone get the Dragon Age joke? Ah! I made a whole back story for this guy whilst I was drawing this, but then I don’t really play Remnants anymore. So it’s kind of wasted. But this was the first thing I made an effort to do a background on, I just couldn’t stop drawing. There’s a passion in making this for sure.

.Marcus, Andrastopher, Goddard; my three Dragon Age heroes, it’s beautiful. I still think it’s the best thing I’ve ever drawn, and it damn near took me three days. The detail in it, I mean, Goddard’s armour? Hellish, but worth it. Beautiful. And it’s an idea I’d had in my mind for years, just the idea of them all sitting around a campfire together? That’s incredible. I also hope people can tell Andrastopher is big, I tried to make him look a little too large, hopefully it doesn’t come off as like bad foreshortening.

.Looking back over all of them, it’s weird that 2017 was very brown, and 2018 was very grey, and 2019 is just various reds. Specifically I don’t know what that means, maybe I was just in those kinds of moods when I made the best art. I like all of these pieces, even if the art doesn’t have the skill that I have now. But, I’m not going to go back over my stuff and complain about how it is bad, that’s an awful thing to do, my art was good, and I liked it when I made it so I still like it. There’s a happiness in that history.

.I do wonder if anyone looked at my art and was so amazed that it branded in their brain. I doubt it, I don’t think I’m that good, but, hell, if anyone did, like, let me know, that’s interesting to know.

.Thank you for asking, I’ll get back to drawing soon I’m sure.

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

what did u do to your hair !! i love it !!! whatever it is i wanna try it lmao

hope it’s cool if i answer public!

step 0 starts here: resolve to never brush your hair again. ever. your fingers are your comb now.

anyways I stumbled across r/curlyhair and read their big shiny START HERE!!! post. and the wiki, I basically inhaled the wiki.

the main product is Tresseme Boutanique Coconut and Aloe Vera Conditioner. the starter product list for the US (theres different region lists holy fuck!) is available at literally every Walmart and then entire list generally costs less than 20$, but I only picked up the conditioner.

other materials that I used other than that conditioner include:

palmers mycelliar rose water cleanser (a great low-poo that I’ll only need once or twice a month if I get really gross)

herbal essences tousle me softly mousse

a very wide toothed comb

a 100% cotton t shirt

microfiber towels (I cant afford big ones, I got mine at target for like 3 dollars on clearance, they’re advertised as duster cloths. they’re blue if it helps.)

the beginner guide I linked recommends gel, but if you have thin hair, wavy and not too tightly curled hair, or hair that’s prone to flattening, a mousse may be a better idea since its lighter.

the techniques matter more than any brand name honestly, its called Squish To Condish, and heres a video explaining how. you dont need that many products at first, just gently cleanse your scalp to ‘reset it’ and when you’re ready get a shitload of conditioner and go to town. by letting it work for about five minutes then detangling and squishin gud.

once I’ve got a shitload of conditioner in my hair, I include mousse into the mix. like a grapefruit sized quantity of mousse, but not all at once. I do it in about 3 handfuls, I’m just guestimating it adds up to about a grapefruit sized dollop overall.

then I use one microfiber cloth to gently pat my hair in much the same way I’ve just squished. this obviously leads to the towel getting very silky-slimy with conditioner. I try not to grab too hard, but enough the get the water off my scalp so I can dry easier. then I plopped it.

most curlies and wavies should be familiar with plopping already, it’s when you plop your head into a wrap of some sort, letting gravity tell your curls which way to go. then you wrap up your head for an appropriate amount of time. let me tell you right now, 5 minutes is enough for thin hair. never plop overnight unless you know EXACTLY what you’re doing. and dont experiment if you have something important happening soon lol. heres a video on how to plop if you need guidance. like I said, you dont need tons of products at first, stick to routine-building. az for a shirt I recommend a men’s large 100% cotton tshirt, but 100% is a rare find nowadays if I’m being honest. I was lucky and found mine lying around in an old box of lootcrate stuff!

you then allow your hair to dry. whether you use a diffuser on LOW speed and COLD temp, or let it air dry on it’s own is up to you. I diffused for like 30 seconds then its it air dry for the rest of the time.

finally, once its dry, Scrunch Out The Crunch! if you used a gel this will feel much more satisfying than a mousse does. also I used a second microfiber cloth for this step, because I worried about my hands frizzing my hair.

this seems daunting because I wrote it all out and it looks rly long lol, it’s a bit time consuming but honestly the results are worth it. my hair is less frizzy because it’s getting the hydration it needs, I’m not greasy because my scalp is properly cleansed and not over-producing oils, my curls actually EXIST because I actually NOURISH and ENCOURAGE them instead of screwing them over with brushing and terrible shampoo and awful terry-cloth towels and heat heat heat with the dryer.

putting in the effort to be kind to them is worth it!

also pineappleing or a satin bonnet is a good idea for nighttime. my hair is too short for a pineapple tho. maybe someday!

[turianghoultrashh]

Deacon Theory / What Ever Happened to “Luis Rosa”?

This is a SUPER long post but I hope you find the information interesting!

I originally made this post a year or so ago but I took it down when I was going through a bad time. It may read a bit weird as the post was updated many times before being taken down...So I hope its not too all over the place :’)

Please read through it in mind that - This is just a bit of fun and not what I actually believe despite how interesting it got for me. Thank you.

Thoughts and additions are welcome!! <3

I decided that I was going to use this play through to HUNT...yes HUNT Deacon down and try and find SOMETHING to do with where he came from..who he is..why the FUCK is he so interested in Sole and why does he follow us all throughout the story (all the disguises like in Goodneighbor, Diamond City)...etc!

I’m just going to dive right in. This is gonna be mega long guys...I’ve been trying my hardest to debunk myself as a little project...so I hope its worth it at the end :)

So as I mentioned in a previous post...I found some spots (here) where Deacon was clearly watching over Sole. If you then go on to read the Railroad Terminal Entries from the previous Leaders’ journals. (from the start with Wyatt till the end of the most recent one with Des for info on Deacon)...you see that Deacon clearly knew about Sole getting out of the Vault and had been keeping an eye out..missing from the Railroad for almost a year while he waited. (Not to mention he’s been in the Railroad since their earliest accounts...but that’s another issue in itself xD)

Along with that...From the start of the game, I have had this NAGGING idea that Deacon is from before the War...just certain things I’ve mentioned in previous posts and the fact that he just trusts Sole completely from the start with seemingly no reason to...It’s always bothered me...So I thought...well what if he was one of the people from Sanctuary who didn’t make it into the Vault? (yeah I know it sounds bullshit and stupid but PLEASE bear with me! I am going somewhere with this!) So I made a hard save before answering the door to Vault-Tec Rep dude...and started exploring everything of the beginning in Sanctuary before the bomb fell with Sole (by using console commands to go places with the camera) and also the day after we get out of the Vault before progressing the story...I just wanted to find SOMETHING that could be seen as out of the ordinary and linked to Deacon.

Right, okay. awesome :D! So that was pretty much my frame of mind when I started the hunt and now I can go into what I actually found :D! (also sorry if I keep repeating myself guys..Like I said i’ll be going through my thought process as I was finding this stuff and trying to debunk myself :))

The most obvious place to start looking? The only two places that look like they’ve been lived in/set up for someone to live in (with work benches, radio on, light, electricity...etc) since the war and up until recently....

The Yellow house opposite Sole’s house and Red Rocket...oddly enough the two spots that are in perfect view from the observation points that I mentioned previously. When I got to Red Rocket I noticed something odd on a terminal entry that got my attention..

So who was this Rosa family? The mother is mentioned in the Chem Dealer’s Terminal in Sanctuary too. (I don’t believe anything put in a game is coincidence at all..it was put there for a reason by the creators.)

So I decided to go and have a look at the beginning of the game and the day we wake up from the Vault...mainly the differences..and I came across something SUPER weird...

We found the “Rosa House”....I never noticed this before...Who ever set up the Yellow house knew the Rosa’s lived there..Why did they put this in? The couple outside the house are not Ms.Rosa and her son (I’ll prove this more later..stay with me :P)

(This was originally an update to the post I deleted...But I’ll keep it here) 

OTHER HOUSES WITH WRITING ON THE MAILBOX THAT WEREN’T THERE PREVIOUSLY

This could still tie in quite well... The terminal inside is one that lets us first know about Ms Rosa before getting to Red Rocket!

HIDDEN MAILBOX WITH SAME HANDWRITING - ‘Russell’ - Thank you so much to @bugsieplusone for using a scrapping mod and discovering this! See post and screenshot here As for what I’ve found out about this....here’s the Wiki page on Mr Russel.

So I decide to go back to the beginning of the game and find him :D

As stated...I still think that the Mailbox was done by the same person due to the handwriting/engraving being the exact same font and style... my money is still on Luis/Deacon... I’m not sure what the reason for it is...but this is what I’ve found :D It’s interesting because the Chem Dealer’s terminal seems to be the “starting point” as it directs you to both of these locations..Maybe the whole point of the Mailbox is to tell us where the Safe is?...but the then the Rosa Mailbox is to guide us to something bigger? Feel free to share thoughts guys :D

So right okay. we have this family.. A mother and a son who are CLEARLY significant enough to put all these little clues in for >< I thought I’d see if I could find them at the beginning of the game. I then went on to notice something strange when the bombs go off and before entering the Vault. There is ONE child, other than baby Shaun, at the start of the game in Sanctuary...I quadruple checked and there is just one young boy around at the time. Maybe this could be Ms. Rosa’s son?

I originally thought this little boy was the ‘Rosa Son’ mentioned in the Terminals..but I’m not too sure now...I think he may have been home..or even at Red Rocket when the bombs fell...or maybe the kid is him...I’m not sure...(it doesn't matter too much if the boy is him...it just strengthens my theory if it is :P...the rest of the points are still valid though :D)

UPDATE!!! THE LITTLE BOY IS LUIS ROSA!

As I mentioned in the last part...I wasn’t even sure the little boy was Luis Rosa when I wrote this theory...it was just a possibility to me...so I didn’t pay much attention to him outside of looking at him and making observations based purely on what I could see in first person.

As you can see from the picture @solas-you-nerd sent me...The boy has brown hair not red like Deacon...but can we explain this and still have the theory hold up?

While it is clear his hair is brown...His hair is Chestnut brown hair, while it is a darkish brown is also red...just a darker red. So it got me thinking about how Deacon is bald...not shaven...Bald... It more than likely is just be for practicality due to his constant disguise changing..but maybe that’s not all it is.. It made me think about the effects of Radiation exposure (for example Chemotherapy patients) and how they lose their hair...along with looking at high radiation exposure to cause hair loss/change .. Obviously there’s the trait of going bald...but what about when the hair starts to grow back? A few places state that the hair-loss can be permanent especially at higher levels of external radiation..I never hear Deacon mention shaving his head or anything..so maybe his hair loss on his scalp was permanent? As for the ginger eyebrows...well the radiation could help explain that one too “ When regrowth occurs, there may be changes in texture and color. It is common for hair to grow back curlier than it was; however, a change of color is less common.” LESS COMMON...not impossible...who is to say that the high exposure of radiation didn’t change his hair from a reddish brown to a lighter (as hair changes in the sun) Auburn/orange? (THESE ARE JUST THOUGHTS GUYS! as a possible way to explain how he could still be Deacon) Another easy explanation is that the boy bleaches his eyebrows okay xD But nah seriously...in the Fallout Universe, there are MANY ways he can go from reddish brown hair - auburn/ginger, especially with eyebrows

One problem I had in my first post was that I claimed the boys eyes were blue based on a screenshot and going in to Photoshop to check (I had no idea how to check this information when I first made the post). Turns out the boys eyes were Brown...

Now this is problematic but it doesn’t necessarily have to be. We actually have the technology in development to be able to permanently change our eye colour from BROWN to BLUE in OUR Universe: It’s still in the trial stages but has been successful. Now we all know in the Fallout Universe..it is 2077...61 years ahead of where we are now (and a different universe)...there are drugs that can heal limbs and make you super human...hell..Deacon even has even changed into a girl, a ghoul and who knows what else...not to mention all the other INSANELY advanced technology that the universe has...if we have the technology to change eye colour then surely they would too?

(This is just a way that the hair and eyes COULD be explained logically and with (my terrible attempt at) science guys...I don’t think the Game makers ACTUALLY put this much effort in lmao xD)

In regards to the terminal entry for the Rosa House mentioned previously...the video is here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b99WIrIpLpY

https://youtu.be/b99WIrIpLpY?t=2m32s (Rosa Terminal)

Now isn’t that strange? The ONLY other house in Sanctuary with Cut terminal content is...dum dum dum...THE ROSA HOUSE! (again confirming this is the yellow house across the street)

Now why would they put all this content in, along with the content about this family at Red Rocket for no reason? We know this family did not enter Vault 111 with Sole (just looking at the pods and terminals prove that). So what happened to this family? I decided to have a look online to see if anyone else had any encounters with them and I came across the wiki page...and to be honest...it kind of made my whole “Luis Rosa survived the bombs theory and became Deacon” fall flat :\ it states that:

“Before the war, Ms. Rosa was presumably one of the neighbours of the Sole Survivor who didn't make it to safety. She can be found 210 years later roaming the Commonwealth and Boston, with her son and a few other unlucky pre-War citizens turned ghoul.”

But the part about her young son being turned and can be found in the Commonwealth is totally FALSE and I can prove it!! I dug deeper...checked videos and forums for encounters with these feral ghoul neighbors and not ONCE is there a “Ms.Rosa’s son”

Some of the forums I looked at are here, here, and here.(last one includes video too)

But see? No ‘Ms. Rosa’s son’ in any of the footage above. Not to mention we NEVER see a feral ghoul child except for Billy. “Billy is currently the only and first ghoul child to appear in any of the Fallout games.”

The wiki says that and therefore contradicts itself by saying that Luis Rosa is one of the Feral Ghouls. The terminal entries of him and his mother prove that he is still a young boy.

SO MY THEORY WAS REBORN The mother (Ms. Rosa) died but the son (Luis Rosa) didn’t!! and he was the only one I needed to be alive for this theory to keep making sense...from my thinking...he was clearly the one who went back and wrote the family name on the mailbox outside his house. Why is there mention of this child and yet nothing afterwards except little hints at him being alive? I needed something linking this kid to 2287 and also Deacon. I carried on looking for evidence the day Sole gets out of the vault.

***PLEASE READ THIS ONE*** After not really finding much, I eventually spoke to Codsworth to advance the story...and I came across a piece of dialogue from him that I remembered REALLY bothered me on my first play through

THIS IS IMPORTANT:

 Sole is clearly asking Codsworth about seeing someone AFTER they went into the Vault (As you can see by the dialogue). Codsworth clearly knows that 200 years have passed. He even mentions it a few seconds later. So why would he say this about the Rosa son in Particular? He doesn't mention ANY other neighbors that WERE around the day the bombs fell? Because just like Sole asked...He’s telling us about what he saw AFTER the bombs fell and everyone vanished. 

 Sole goes into the Vault and wakes up just over a week before Halloween...The day the bombs fell, we see everyone on the street and inside the vault. NO ONE. Not even the one child we see (above) is wearing a Halloween costume. So isn’t that a strange comment for Codsworth to make when asked if he saw anyone around since they left??

 Who does like to dress up in ‘Costumes’ that we know of? Deacon. The same Deacon who had been watching The Vault for the last year from his lookout. He would need somewhere to survive other than a tiny outpost while he waited..maybe he also spent that year remembering his past from before the war... rebuilding his family home and Red Rocket? “Chasing Ghosts” as Des put it in her terminal entry.

 Ms. Rosa’s Son is the only person Codsworth has seen poking around that he can identify...THIS IS PUT IN FOR A REASON. If it was nothing then why was there no mention of anyone else and why can we find no definitive proof that Ms. Rosa’s son died...but we find proof that his mother and all the other named neighbors did die?

Codsworth talks throughout the rest of the conversation as if 200 years passing is like a week passing..no big deal...So for him to say that about Ms. Rosa’s son so casually would be completely normal to him. Just like he doesn’t seem surprised when he sees Sole after such a long time. It just seems like something so strange to put in when we have a Companion who loves costumes and to dress up...is out of time in the commonwealth just like Sole with the things he says...Is totally mysterious...who knew about us coming out of the Vault and has been watching and waiting for us to arrive at least a year before we did near the same place that Ms. Rosa’s son loved and was his home...Sanctuary and Red Rocket. If Codsworth saw him with a new face or in a new disguise then he would obviously assume that he was just playing with his Halloween Costume and think nothing of it. (I hope that made sense??)

 As for why Codsworth doesn’t say anything when we later bring Deacon to him?...there could be MANY explanations for that and I bet Deacon thought about it and planned for when it happened...I think Sole came out of the Vault before Deacon expected it, hence why he has to flee his spots like the house and Red Rocket so quickly and that’s why they look so “lived in”...Sole goes to speak to Codsworth who tells them about Ms. Rosa’s son before Deacon could put his prevention/security in place...and then when Sole leaves to continue their story or hell even when they’re asleep or something...Deacon comes back and maybe alters Codsworth’s memories/identity tools? (I imagine he didn't want to do it before because he likes that the robot remembered him and his old life and family)

 It reinforces what was said in the cut terminal content...that Ms.Rosa was away the day the bombs fell and left her son behind...unsupervised....why is this important? I decided to look around pre-war Sanctuary before answering the door to Vault-Tec Rep...pretty much as soon as you finish designing Sole...And look what I see...

So the Rosa’s were also on the List to get into Vault 111...but Ms. Rosa was not home to sign up to it and therefore her and her son got left behind. He stays at the house for A LONG time before giving up and coming over to Sole’s. (Check it out yourselves if you start a new game!!)

So yeah...My theory in a nutshell is that all this evidence is not just a coincidence. I think it was put in for a reason and I cant help but feel it is all a connection to Deacon..It explains why he trusts Sole, he knew them...how he knew about the Vault and what was inside...Why the House was set up for Sole along with Red Rocket with everything needed to survive...Why Codsworth makes that Comment...why the mailbox has the name engraved on it...Why we never find out what happened to the boy...where Deacon was for a year...it all adds up...

I don’t know how he survived so long...I have a few theories that could hold up but they need more research...I’m leaning towards the Institute and it all leads to him being so on the run...We know they have the technology..just look at what they did to Kellogg to prolong his life. Or hell even the Cabot family...Living over 200 years is not impossible in this world..We’ve met an entire family who have been alive for double that time...and Kellogg was 108 with halted aging who looked no older than 40 due to cybernetics...if anyone could live for that long it would be Deacon.

As to how he survived the initial blast? My main theory comes from what the games say about what happened to humans/survivors after the war (give it a read its interesting xD). along with the Origins of the institute...in particular this: “During the Great War, a number of CIT personnel survived by taking refuge in the underground level of the campus“ Well look what just happens to be under Red Rocket...

Perfect Natural Bomb Shelter a stones throw away from Sanctuary AND where Luis used to hang out to repair the Corvega with his Mother..when the bombs went off he could have ran down there..There’s no radiation there except for ONE small area of the Cave even now...If you listen to what the Wiki says about Humans who didn't make it into the Vault...how did they survive? They sought refuge UNDERGROUND

Or...Another potential location... the Secret Bunker behind one of the Houses in Sanctuary. 100%  suitable and safer for Luis to survive the initial blast and radiation. Also it has things like Rad X and Stimpaks along with a huge amount of food and gold etc...he would have had the perfect supplies to wait out and start in the new world.

I wanted more evidence of Luis and Deacon’s connection...

I haven’t found much but I have found some more weird stuff that COULD help explain where he went at some point in his life.. To get from “Luis Rosa the little boy” to “Deacon the Railroad Agent” (I cannot stress how much this is just observations and thoughts..not what I think has actually happened!) Right...Lets start! I’m not even entirely sure what my theory or explanation is for this...It’s definitely more observations that I’ve noticed while in the mind frame of “Could this mean something to my theory?” But here’s what I’ve found and my thoughts :D

Ms. Rosa was seemingly away from home...Where did she go? Surely after everything had calmed down/He was out of danger...surely he’d want to learn the fate of his Mother? The closest person to him and his only family. This terminal entry from Cut Content tells us where she went:

So what is the closest garage that is pretty much ‘East of Quincy’? The Atom Cats Garage..

As you can see...The Garage is also only a stones throw away from “University Point”....The same place Deacon tells you he spent his youth in his final affinity talk....Just a coincidence?

Now many of you have mentioned the Atom Cats and their connection to Deacon and the Railroad...the most obvious one slaps you in the face the Second you arrive at the Atom Cat’s Garage...The Railroad “Ally” Sign.

I just find it a little strange how the two places that are confirmed places that Luis Rosa would have been associated with...are also the two places that give us a STRONG link to Deacon and the Railroad. As I’ve said previously...I don’t believe anything in a game is coincidence...not when you can piece things together anyway...

The other connection is just the way that Deacon seems to resonate with the Cats...I mean one look at him and Zeke together and they could be mistaken for brothers when Deacon is in his wig and white shirt attire....if they’re allies of the Railroad maybe Deacon helped inspire their style? Just look at Zeke’s Safe...the contents are totally Deacon inspired...even down to the stealth boy, sunglasses and comics.

It states on the wiki that: “The Atom Cats' outfit can be purchased from a merchant far South of Drumlin Diner even before any interaction with the group. My thoughts on this is that it was Deacon disposing of his attire on his way back to Sanctuary....I have a small thought about Deacon being the Deceased Atom Cat “Aimin Andy” but it’s not a strong one.

I also find it strange how Deacon doesn’t wear his greaser style clothes and pompadour wig when visiting the Atom Cats (for me he was bald and looked like a settler)...like he doesn’t want to be recognized..even though he tries to blend in everywhere else with what the people around are wearing. (like the Vault suits when going to Vault 81...the drifer outfit in Goodneighbor...the Caravan worker disguise in bunker hill etc...) So that is the main Connection between Deacon, Luis Rosa and the Atom Cats... Maybe after what happened with Barbara and UPD...he went to the Garage to find any trace of his Mother’s last days..or what happened to her...and he came across the Cats..(That’s just ONE of my thoughts on this)

Something else bothered me that goes back to the old Leaders journals of the Railroad and the mention of “John D”

“After the HQ massacre, most people simply left the Railroad. Only one person survived HQ, a runner named John D”

“John D has been finding tourists at a pretty good clip. But he keeps their identities to himself. Operational security he calls it. It makes me grind my teeth, but he's probably right...

“John developed a dead drop system we've been using.”

“PAM's been trying to find the location of the Institute in earnest. Failing. Deacon's convinced the solution lies in the past, not future. Deacon already knows the big secret - we know nothing about the Railroad before Wyatt was in charge (or is Deacon Johnny D???)”

At first I thought that this “John D” was Deacon using an alias that meant something like “John Doe” before he decided to become Deacon (Which I choose to believe is a play on the words “Decoy” and “Con-Artist” xD) but after reaching the Atom Cats Garage...I’m not so sure..

Deacon even makes a claim in his second affinity talk of starting the Railroad 60-70 years ago with Watts (further proof he was in the Capital if he’s referring to Victoria Watts...though the “60-70 years ago” would be the “lie” of that story for him given the time of Fallout 3) and Johnny D...

We get to the Atom Cats and we have a character called...

Now I don’t know if this means anything...the Wiki seems to hold some answers..Including stating that he is NOT a synth (as when you kill him he has no components) But given the “Ally” Symbol with outside the Garage...along with the several DIRECT mentions of “John/Johnny D” from both the official Railroad Records and from Deacon himself (there’s a little bit of truth in every lie)....I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this guy is here...

I have a few thoughts on why this is here…it could just purely be an overlook by the developers...but I’m not too sure.. **The Atom Cats all have Nicknames in the style of old Greaser names...Blue-Jay...Rowdy...Zeke...etc...maybe Johnny D’s name is inspired by the John D he knew when he joined the Railroad? Since we know the Cats are “Allies”? (I only had this thought because I believe that Deacon is John D from the Railroad based on one entry by Pinky and after reading the entries from Wyatt) **It could just be pure coincidence or there as a hint to the connection between Deacon and the Cats. Like I said I don’t know the purpose of this..but I still found it really strange and a bit TOO much of a coincidence...

Lastly...Here are some stuff that mean probably NOTHING..but I thought was interesting all the same.

Totally Grasping at straws...BUT its an observation/thought as opposed to part of the theory... In the cut terminal entry from Ms. Rosa...she mentions the issue of “Hot Rodder” and the fuel reactor article...What’s interesting is that the particular issue she mentions can be found just East of Sanctuary...in the Robotics Disposal Ground...

While Issue 2 can be found Next to Zeke’s bed in his Trailer...

I think personally that if the Developers had decided to keep the Terminal in...then we maybe the locations for these two issues would have been swapped? IDK but I found it an interesting observation so i thought I’d include it xD

Another small observation on the Atom Cat’s Garage...The Red Rocket Terminal about the Rosa’s mentions that they have a “Classic Corvega” that they were restoring. Now judging from previous Fallout games we know about the different models of the car...and the one that seems to fit the “Classic” description best would probably be the Original Model Corvega which you can see here. The Car that is stacked up in the middle of the Garage and looks like it was worked on before the bombs fell is one of these Classic Corvegas

Could it be their Car? Who knows. Like I said this is just my thoughts and observations while in the mind frame of “Are there any connections?”

And you finally reached the end of my drabbles! Congratulations!! ^_^

I’d love to hear your thoughts! But all hate will be deleted. This was just a fun little project of mine and please...PLEASE don’t think I believe this is Canon..it’s just a bit of fun :D

[wick-de-la-vela]

I'm just gonna answer fifty of these real quick

1. Spotify

2. So. So messy.

3. Blue

4. I wish my name wasn't so common, and that the first response a lot of people give upon hearing it wasn't "oh yeah that's my dog's name!!" Like what am I supposed to say to that

5. I am single and ready to quietly observe others for the next few years

6. Contradictory and indecisive

7. Kind of a muddy blonde

8. I drive a black truck

9. I shop at Torrid and ThinkGeek (when I can afford it)

10. My style is: the first things my hands touch after I roll outta bed. Sometimes it's a t-shirt and jeans. Sometimes it's a t-shirt and shorts. You never know. I always always have two different socks on, though. I'm talking different length, style, thickness, and pattern. Like, one is a thigh high navy blue sock with snowflakes and the other is ankle height, hot pink, and with lime green polka dots.

11. This one

12. A queen because I am one

13. A single lil sister

14. Vancouver, Canada, provided money is not a concern. It's so green and hipster-y and I feel like I could really find a nice niche there.

15. Hmm the one with the big glasses and the freckles

16. What's makeup lmao

17. 4 at minimum

18. iCarly it was a classic

19. 9.5

20. 5' 4" the average height for women yay

21. Sneakers are much more versatile

22. No, memberships are expensive

23. Me, a person who I already know because no way in hell am I going on a date with a stranger, meet up and go driving for a while with the windows rolled down. We pull up to a book store and go browsing together. Then we go to get food that's expensive but not too expensive. I discover we have the same taste in video games or history or whatever, something I didn't know before. We talk for hours, because I can talk for hours. It's nice. We laugh. I haven't felt so light and warm in years. Then we go home, he drops me off, walks me to my door, offers me a kiss on the cheek, and waits until I'm safely inside before he drives away.

24. I have a dollar and maybe three more's worth of change.

25. None. I'm in bed.

26. 4 I need to be cozy

27. I technically have a job working as a technician for a school district but me and my boss have had a falling out so that might not last long

28. 4 that I would die for or commit a crime for or do anything extreme for. 20 good friends. Many acquaintances.

29. Worst thing I did was steal money from about forty elderly women when I was like eight. I still think about that sometimes. I was horrible as a kid golly gee

30. Hmm, until recently it was boysenberry for reasons but then I learned that I'm allergic to boysenberry so now I guess it's something warm like vanilla or sugar cookies

31. Anthony, Charles, Simon

32. Elise, Rowan, Marisol

33. Cecil Baldwin

34. Heidi Blickenstaff

35. Somewhere between Tom Hiddleston, Eddie Redmayne, and Gareth David-Lloyd

36. Depends on the day, but today it's Rocky Horror Picture Show

37. I used to read a lot more, but I guess my favorite book is Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone

38. Brains. If I had to live with a rich idiot,,, I wouldn't live

39. Yes. It's... Bubbus. It's very strange I know. Only my mom calls me that, but

40. 3 times, but other than being born, never for myself.

41: this is one that really depends on my mood. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. Tom Thumb by Bitter Ruin. Bust Your Kneecaps by Pomplamoose. Ghosting by Mother Mother. Pristine by Mantaraybryn. Terrorforming by the Howl and the Hum. Would You Be So Kind by dodie. Everybody Gets a Kitten by jeremy messersmith. Lemon Boy by Cavetown. Major Tom by Peter Schilling.

42. Nope I am a med free lass

43. Oily scalp and shoulders, dry, rough, and bumpy everywhere else. I love skin conditions

44. Being a burden to everyone around me, being a failure, a disappointment, and never amounting to anything worthwhile

45. 0-2. I'd have to be very very stable in order to want children

46. Brushed

47. A two story house in suburbia it's great

48. Hermione Granger.

49. I don't... Remember... Maybe something about me being smart or a hard worker or something

50. If we're counting group chats, this is a direct quote. "Placing bets,,, Friday,,, but maybe today, I did a solid five hours of nonstop non distracted work on my stupid PowerPoint and I'm using it as leverage"

If any of you fellas are curious about the other fifty just hmu

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of?