#nate answers things

[places-people]

did you know that you can leave video voice mails on FaceTime now because I learned

[cynwushere]

*throws n*

@nate-doorman-elliot

Have a small bean))

Oh my

(barely catches Nate)

...hello there big brother hehehe

[agentnatesewell]

WE NOW KNOW N WAS A SICK CHILD!!! That and they're the ones to answer straight forwardly the entire vampire and mosquito ask xD

You know, seeing how suave and smooth N has been with the detective, even more so than usual, I was a little surprised (in a good way!) that they did answer that mosquito question in a straightforward way!

But you make a good point - did it hit some sort of nerve or memory that had to do with their childhood?

I’m still mulling this new information, chewing on it, and it’s so good! However, did make me think of this - and thank you @/evilbunnyking for pointing the following out!

We know N reads in part to pass the time and in part to escape into different worlds and realities. I always sort of figured that it was more something they really picked up after turning and inhabiting a body that doesn’t need much sleep to function. Reading being a hold over, a connection, a comfort from their human life wasn’t something that I’d considered but now it really ties their story together and it melts my heart all the same

Milton. Milton the naval man. Milton, who had the adventures N only read about. Going back to their backstory in b3, there’s the following

Were you close to your brother?

Oh yes. Milton was everything I wasn’t. I admired him for that a great deal.

So, that is interesting that N did get the healing ability, and strong enough to be tier 8. But again, as we have been for years now! I wonder what that second tier was, and what it is that is even stronger (with x), especially if it had something to do with a proficiency they’d already possessed

More to think about! Love getting N lore and adding to the wall of fractured information. Hope you’re having a great day!

[sodapopbuoy]

Whatcha up to, Natty?

OUGH MANY A THING,,,

currently studying for an exam i have to retake and trying to draw a bit more,, hot weather is kicking my ass though!!! but i'm kicking back!!!!!! how about you!!

[not-poignant]

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter? (For Nate!)

I was going to answer this separately for Falling Falling Stars and Underline the Blue but then I realised the answer is probably the same for both, lol

Outside of Janusz, who is Nate's ideal best friend (y'all, the partner is the very best friend anyone is ever going to have), it's Mosk Manytrees.

In Falling Falling Stars we find out very little about their friendship, but we get the sense that Mosk and Nate are close and companionable just from the way we see them spending quiet peaceful time outside together. I like to imagine Mosk is something of a mentor to Nate in that story. They both have similar personalities, except that Mosk is happy now and matured, and he makes a good role model.

In Underline the Blue, I actually think it might be the other way around. Nate has been at Hillview for longer than Mosk, and while I don't think their friendship was without its hiccups, Mosk and Nate definitely shared a lot in common and grew close. I thought it might be Flitmouse here at first, but I think Mosk will actually scoop the position of best friend because I like to imagine them as two little quiet mean-girl conspiratorialists, whispering bitchy things about everyone else behind their hands and then laughing about it.

~

From the character meme!

[oh-meow-swirls]

was looking through old posts and i'm surprised to see that i seemingly didn't have any commentary on anything in 3 in chapter 7, 8 or 9, the posts related to 3's story go from "my first reaction when i saw yopple-bot was 'i love you. but also you are definitely the boss for this chapter-'" to "i have been in hell all day. hell being bada-bing tower." funny to me cuz those chapters are like, the best ones sdfkljsdfjfsdkjlfsdjkl-

[gregorygerwitz]

“You’ve just won one free pass to my bedroom.” + Nate/Gio

post-finale AU angst? you offered me spicy and I said 'no 💛'

[ dialogue prompts ]

warnings: off-page death, reference to past terminal illness, swearing

He was really beginning to hate hospitals.

After being in and out of enough rooms and seeing more than enough doctors while his mother was getting treatment, and the follow up when she was in recovery, Nate never wanted to see the inside of a hospital again. The only reason he visited at all was when he needed something from his sister. Even then, he preferred to not go too far past the waiting room, at least when he could help it. That was one of the perks of having a sister who was a doctor - he could get anything he needed at home if something about the job got physical, and he had someone on speed dial if anyone else got hurt and needed help.

If someone got shot at, or got punched and ended up with a black eye or a split lip, or any of the million other hazards that came from their line of work, Nate knew exactly who to count on. Grace had gone to medical school. She was smart. She saved people's lives every day. She could do anything.

At least, everything had seemed that way. He'd always believed in his sister, always felt like he could lean on her. She'd taken on his debt with Moretti, after all, saved his life by risking her own, and he hadn't even asked. But that night... for the first time in a long time, he remembered that there were some things that even Grace couldn't do.

[ read the rest below or on ao3 ]

She couldn't resurrect anyone. She couldn't go back in time and stop anyone from pulling a trigger. She couldn't make any surgery go faster so that he could get updates. Of everyone who had been shot that night, exactly two of them had survived. With the FBI apparently watching his every move, he shouldn't go visit either one of them, but it had been a very long night already.

Nate had seen the aftermath of the massacre at the bakery, the flashing lights of the police cars and the ambulance. He didn't stick around long enough to figure out if anyone had survived, or who it would have been, not after he talked to his sister. His goal after that phone call was just to get to the hospital, to be there when his mother and Constantine got out of surgery. The last thing he'd been letting himself think about was the massacre - most likely, based on what carnage he'd seen, no one had survived that. Gus, Stavos, Gio...

He could internalize those losses while he sat by his mother's bed and waited for her to open her eyes. As long as he had something else to focus on, the rest of his grief could wait. He could mourn as soon as his heart stopped racing, as soon as he stopped holding his breath.

Except, the mourning started before he was ready for it.

The flatline was still ringing in his ears while he sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair. He'd shrugged his flannel shirt off when things felt more than a little overwhelming, and it had started in his lap. During the time he sat there - he could have been minutes, or hours, or even days - it had slid off of his knee enough to brush the floor with one of the hanging sleeves, and he didn't have the energy to change that. Every inch of him was exhausted, and it didn't feel like he should have any tears left. Surely, the pain was bad enough that he should have been more than numb.

When the chair next to him moved and he felt the gentle squeeze to his shoulder, Nate made himself look up. There was nothing left of him to be surprised when he saw his sister there, the weak offer of support the best either of them could muster. No one could expect anything more, not after the day they'd had - the truth about Constantine's connection to their family, the shock of both attacks, the sudden wave of grief that came with their mother's death, the knowledge that the death toll was so much higher than anyone wanted it to be...

Grace had mentioned, when he arrived, that there was one survivor from the attack on the bakery. He hadn't asked who it was, and she hadn't had time to keep him updated before she ran off to handle something else. And he understood that, with everything else going on. Someone had to check on Constantine, and field questions from the FBI agent who was poking around. He didn't need to know who it was then. He wasn't even thinking about it.

But getting the news when he had just recovered from his latest bout of sobs was more overwhelming than he could have imagined.

Gio.

Of all the people they'd lost over the span of a few months, the trigger he'd pulled himself, the bombs and the kidnapping and the horse that had nearly gotten him killed, he didn't know he was still able to feel relief. So much of it seemed stupid and avoidable when he looked back at it, and the things that were too big to be avoided weighed heavier on his shoulders. He still had someone left besides his sister and Constantine, and that was more than he knew he had any right to ask for.

Nate should have avoided visiting, with a federal agent lurking around the hospital hallways, and it would only put an even bigger target on his back. It would probably put a bigger target on Gio’s back, too, which wasn’t recommended when he was recovering from three gunshot wounds. But where else was he supposed to be?

His mother was dead.

Grace was balancing Constantine and the FBI.

Everyone else had been shot down in the bakery.

The only place it made sense for him to be was sitting at another bedside. He even took a moment to silently thank God that Gio was awake when he slipped into the room. Awake and responsive was good, even if they spent their shared time in silence. They had the beeping of the heart monitor, and the hum of the lights overhead, and steady breathing. It was a lot better than sitting in a silent hallway where he was stuck in his own head. Out there, it was all storm clouds and thunder. At least that room had a silver lining.

Nothing about the lack of conversation worried him. Nate had been a part of the group for long enough, had interacted with the man in front of him more times than he could count, and that was just how things were. Sure, Gio liked to talk when he had something to say, but too much had happened. No one had anything to say about the events of that night, let alone the last few days, not even someone who typically had a comment for everything.

Nate probably still had tearstains on his cheeks, and his eyes still felt puffy, and were definitely still red. There weren't many people who would want to talk to him when he looked like that. Most people would want to be careful about what they said and be too afraid to say anything at all, and he had resigned himself to the quiet that came with new grief. Still, it wasn't that surprising when the voice came from the bed and pulled him out of a daze.

"How bad is it, kid? How many did we lose?"

It took a few tries for him to make sound come out. His mouth was open, but it didn't work as readily as he'd like it to. Listing all the losses of the night, both the lives and the fights they didn't know they were in, would be too exhausting. They'd already lost so much. He was desperately trying to cling to the few good things he could claw from the rubble his life had become.

"It's uh... you, me, Constantine. We're the only ones left."

"Fuck..."

They fell back into the quiet that they'd created before, the air heavier with the truth in it. Nate felt the shift in his gut that came with it - feeling both more and less alone in his little corner of the universe. Saying it made it true. There were less than a handful of people left that he could trust, and that was even including himself. But at least the grief was shared, split between the two of them instead of weighing only on his shoulders. It was another small wave of relief that felt impossible, especially when it was accompanied by the regret of having to share the news at all. Gio could have gotten better rest and had a smoother recovery if he'd said nothing. Grief and stress could make things harder, or something like that. He was struggling to remember what Grace had told him over the years, different pieces of advice getting twisted up with other ones.

"Well, chin up, kid. It could have been worse." He glanced toward the bed to see a familiar smirk, something that had been constant through the last few months of his life. Usually, it came with a lewd comment, or some story that he couldn't stop himself from telling for the third time. It was almost comforting to see, a reminder of what he still had to ground him in the middle of the earthquake of everything else. "You could have been stuck with a buzzkill like Stavos. At least I know how to have fun. Everything will be back to normal in no time."

Nate tried to return the expression, he really did. But the idea of normal that he'd had in his head couldn't ever really come back. He wouldn't be able to go home to his mother's cooking ever again. He wouldn't be able to sit at the table for a game of poker or go for a walk without looking over his shoulder. He would probably be lucky if he managed to drag himself out of the hospital once the night was over instead of wasting away right there in the chair.

He wanted to be a part of the light teasing, the easy energy that came with every ridiculous conversation he had with Gio, but that was hard. The whole truth was still close to his chest, pulling him down too far into the darkness to reasonably reach for the light.

"Yeah... normal..."

"C'mon, no one with us is worth your tears. We'll be fine."

Hiding his feelings used to be easier. The tears on his face didn't help when he was trying to put an uncaring mask in place, the air of nonchalance he'd learned over the years of working with and around mobsters. He was too much of a mess to be relaxed about any part of it. Gio was alive, but so was his mother, and they thought things were going to be fine. Should he really get attached to this new version of his life before it settled? Or was he getting ahead of himself and welcoming more grief into his future?

He knew he was a mess before it was even brought up, before he was called out on it and had the fact presented to him so bluntly. The rest of the mess had brought him along with it, and he hadn't seen the point in trying to clean himself up yet. No one but Grace was really going to see him like that, and it was still up on the air on whether or not he cared about Gio seeing him like that, too.

"Any other losses you need to get off your chest, kid? Is your sister okay?"

"Grace is fine." That was the truth, at least when it came to physical injuries. He wasn't the only one grieving a mother, and she had even more on her plate after talking about Constantine. Nate was in pain, but he wouldn't pretend that he was the only one in pain, or that his pain outweighed anyone else's. "But, uh... they followed Constantine to the house. Shot it up. He's out of surgery and he's supposed to be okay, but my mom..."

The words caught in his throat, and Nate quickly looked down at his hands so that they didn't escape with a new round of tears. He didn't think he was capable of sobbing anymore, not without a good twelve hours of sleep, but his eyes found a way to make more tears no matter how many he'd already shed.

"Hey..."

He didn't have to move his head to see the hand at the edge of vision. That hand had been on the bed just a few seconds earlier, minding its own business instead of intruding on his grief. Now, it was stretched out toward him, an offering of comfort when he didn't know where to look to ask for it. It was something he didn't know he desperately wanted to cling to until he took what was offered, curling his fingers around a warm, alive hand. It was the eye of the storm, a brief pause before everything went to hell again. It was enough.

"That's rough. I'm sorry."

The fingers squeezed his gently.

"Don't worry. If you need anything, you've got me behind you. You and Grace both."

Another squeeze to his hand reminded him to breathe, and Nate slowly shook his head. He took a few moments to breathe again, a big, deep breath that he needed just to find his voice again. It kept escaping him, running away when he needed it most, and it wasn't a solid thing he could cling to like the hand in his and the body attached to. It was a flighty thing, something he was still trying to pin down after years of practice. He could act tough, like the job he didn't wasn't dangerous and didn't risk his life on a daily basis - or at least like he didn't notice or care. Death was a terrifying thing he had to look in the eye and face down more often than he liked, and it was getting all too close. It kept coming in and taking people away from him, and there were only so many losses he could handle on his own. There were too many to carry, and it was only a matter of time before he was next on Death's list.

"That seems like a lot to take on, when there's rebuilding to worry about. And you almost died. You shouldn't be worrying about anyone else-"

"Kid," Gio cut him off sharply, "you're family. I'd crawl out of a grave if it meant helping out when you need something."

The words made Nate pause, biting the inside of his lip to keep from saying something without thinking. The idea of still having a family when all that was left of his own was himself and his sister was odd, but comforting, like the hand he was still holding onto just a bit too tight. He should let go, he knew that, but he really didn't want to. If he let go, the last few good things in his life might burn down, too.

"I'll try not to be too needy while you're stuck in a hospital bed."

That was enough to draw out a laugh that ended with a cough and a quiet wheeze, and he was quick to let go of the hand in his so that the newest problem could be taken care of. He didn't mean to cause this kind of reaction, and there was very little he could actually do that was helpful.

"Damn, Devlin, I just got shot in the chest. You can't make me laugh, of all things." But Gio was smiling, and still trying to hold back his reaction to the comment, not that Nate really understood what was so funny in the first place. "Or maybe it's impressive that you got me to laugh, considering almost everyone we know is dead."

Nate couldn't help the small expression that tugged at the corner of his mouth, though he didn't know if his own weak shadow of a smile counted for much. He didn't really feel better about anything, and he doubted that would change any time soon, but it was nice to have a little proof that he wasn't alone in any of it. He had Grace at his side when they needed to grieve the more normal side of their lives, and Gio for when he needed to grieve the crazy parts. That counted for something.

"How impressive is it, really? You laugh in your own face in the mirror. Though, I see why."

"Low blow, kid. Leave my face out of this. It didn't do anything to you." Gio waved a hand in his direction, the familiar smile growing further into his cheeks. "And it is impressive. Tonight was a shit show, and that's putting it lightly. Seriously, you should get an award for managing this. As soon as I'm out of here, I'm getting you a prize."

Nate felt his own smile widen while he shook his head, leaning forward in his seat. It was an automatic reaction, something that hadn't been entirely uncommon in the last few weeks. Since they had to start covering for each other's felonies regularly, they'd gotten closer, formed an actual friendship outside of the bonds that came with what they did for a living. As awful as it might sound, there was a part of him that was glad that, if only one person could have survived the attack on the bakery, he wanted it to be Gio.

"What kind of prize would I even get for this? A plastic statue with a cheap engraving? A gold medal that's actually chocolate?"

"A chocolate medal? No, it'll be way cooler than that."

They were quiet again while he seemed to genuinely think about the options he had as potential prizes. He'd have plenty of time to think of something while he was recovering. He'd have days, if not more than a week, and all the quiet time on his own to just brainstorm. But he seemed intent on coming up with an answer before Nate inevitably had to leave the room to find his sister again, hopefully before the FBI agent found him.

A few drawn out moments of quiet was all it took, and then Gio snapped his fingers just in time to stop him from drifting back into his thoughts. "I know what it is. Nathaniel Devlin,-"

"That is not my full name."

"-for the ability to make someone laugh in the middle of a fucking shit show, you've won one free pass to my bedroom."

Nate coughed out a laugh at the decisive tone that formed the words, shaking his head. He was too stunned to fight the grin that had formed on his face at the sheer ridiculousness of the offer. Maybe they both deserved prizes for the ability to make each other laugh when they really shouldn't be able to. Though he wasn't going to make quite the same offer, not even close.

"Yeah, to change your bedpan, maybe." He shook his head again when his ability to speak returned, unobstructed by swallowed laughter. "Someone's going to have to take care of you until you're back on your feet, and you don't have a lot of options. And, in case you haven't already noticed, I'm technically in your bedroom, right now."

Gio scoffed and glanced around the sterile hospital room with a frown, most likely feigning his offense. "Then this is breaking and entering. I need to have you removed. Hit the button that calls a nurse into here?"

Rolling his eyes, Nate made himself stand up from his seat, his grin fading into something softer. It was a weak smile, but still there. "I should go see if I can find Grace again, anyway. I'll be back again later. Get some rest so we can get you out of here sooner."

"You're ungrateful. I offered you a wonderful prize, and you made a joke about it. At least revisit the idea once this shit show is over."

"Yeah, Gio, whatever you want."

[grimalkinmessor]

OKAY SO I may have accidentally lied about Light's Hogwarts house—because it's not Gryffindor like I thought it's Ravenclaw by a HAIR with Gryffindor as the runner up. Meanwhile L's is exactly what I thought it'd be; Slytherin with Ravenclaw following close behind.

Mello is a Slytherin with Ravenclaw close behind, just like L, while Near surprised me by pulling Gryffindor with Hufflepuff not two questions down 🧐

The only one I guessed correctly was L 😭

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

I always forget about this tape, but it provides some fun little details that are good references for things *coughs* writing, art, etc.

Venom being kinda ‘meh’ about the boat ride is amusing ‘Kaz my brains scrambled eggs on this boat and I’m being forced to PT and steroid injections”. *He doesn’t say*. Kaz commenting on eating a lot of whale growing up b/c of it being cheap and accessible, and how they kept the Heiwa Maru and had bigger plans for it. Using it for intel, relays, and helicopter refueling.

Just another one of those short tapes I forget about, but packed with little details I crave.

[piperslovebot]

niknate literally turned things around so well since s1, like at first it was obvious that this relationship was doomed/a disaster but then they had their really good fwb arc and then s3 was... well. hot! like their chemistry is insane and they actually became weirdly compatible without being out of character?

Yess! Like I thought there was potential the first three episodes, but then they became like a more tame Jackie/Kelso and I was not on board.

Then there was part 2, and like you said the fwb arc was hot! Their chemistry really shined and they had such cute moments. I didn’t want them back as a couple tho for reasons I stated a while back, but I really liked that arc and I grew to appreciate them as a HS couple (while also lowkey wishing they were able to be more lol. I blame the amount of writing I did for them haha).

Then part 3 my beloved was chef’s kiss. The writers had Nikki and Nate actually explore other options, which I loved because it showed that they weren’t each other’s default choices. But in the end, they still went back to one another because they were in love, which was beautiful.

I definitely agree about the compatibility part: Nikki and Nate continued to grow as characters separately, which helped their relationship.

And honestly part 3 (and even part 2?), made me see their part 1 arc in a more positive light because for a while I thought Nate mostly saw Nikki as a hot upperclassman who wanted to have sex with and who he wanted to have sex with, but part 3 especially proved me wrong. Nate truly loved that woman to bits. He just does stupid shit lol, like a true Kelso.

I really hope that if part 4 gets greenlit that Nikki and Nate will be happy and keep growing as couple and as individuals.

[laniidae-passerine]

hate having known this whole season the narrative was slowly sinking into the mud but everyone was blinded to it by feel good moment and small things they wanted that were lovely but unconnected to the storylines from the preceding seasons. sorry guys ted lasso s3 has actually been bad the whole time not even canon gay colin can save it :/

[nateslehky]

hi!! natecale primer (i guess thats what im calling myself?) anon here. thanks for all your links! ive actually already made my way through like half the natecale tag over the last week bc im mentally unwell but i would love to hear thoughts/recs for fics that you think nailed their characterization. thank you again 🫶

of course of course!

many of times have i spiraled and gone through the entirety of the natecale tag so i feel you lol.

i've definitely rec'd these before and some of them are pretty popular so you've maybe read them, but i outlined why i personally love these specific characterizations :)

here's some fics with my favorite cales:

running under the wrong assumption this is a baseball au from cale's pov and one of my favorite fics ever in large part because of the characterizations. cale's pov is just!!!! so freaking (unintentionally) charming and sweet and nice and so so fun. in general, i'm obsessed with this author's characterizations as a whole tbh--of everyone, not just nate and cale and not just in this fic. however, in this fic in particular i think they really nail the whole idea of nate/cale not thinking that they're cool while the other thinks they're the best/coolest, which is something i fuck heavily with.

for you, i would ruin myself this is part two of a series (the first part is nate's pov! which is also good, but i want to shout out cale's pov in particular). this is one of the first fics i ever read for them and it really made me ~see the light~ on their dynamic and the way their personalities can work (and also clash sometimes) in different ways. i think this cale is super intelligent and insightful (although at times maybe a little naive) and just very well rounded. i think the author really nailed cale's calmness? which is kinda a weird thing to describe but i think cale has this stability about him (that's often a good counterbalance for nate's instability haha) and the author portrays that really well. nate's a bit of a disaster in this fic (as he tends to be) and i think the author does a good job writing how cale navigates everything.

favorite nates:

drunk in love to me, nate is, at his core, a cringefail disaster and this fic really nails that in a cute and fun way.

big d stands for big demeanor will always use any excuse to talk about this fic. it's a list-fic and super short, but it's SO introspective and i love the way the author wrote nate attempting to navigate emotions about hockey and life in general but also cale. 10/10.

burn that bridge when we get to it in this particular fic nate has really bad internalized homophobia but i think it's handled so well and written so brilliantly and feels so very true to who i think nate is as a character. i also think the cale in this fic is written so well too and their dynamic and the way they work (and can clash) comes across so well. 10/10

[hella1975]

CHAPTERS 7 AND 8. UM

the way these were such insane chapters and now it's probably gonna go right back to sports drama. fun

[not-poignant]

Will the Raven Prince have a “human” name in Underline the Silver or will he still go by tRP?

Also ch 64 of utb killed me but what really got me is Polly hanging out lmao everyone is going through it and nearly literally dying but she’s just happy to see people! MVP of the story

He absolutely will!

I was about to say 'it's been revealed already' but it's been revealed in a later chapter of Underline the Blue.

(Because like... what's Nate's last name? No really, it's... maybe just... like what's Nate's last name? What colour is his hair?)

He'll by Corbyn Prince (Corbyn = Raven, so he's still our Raven Prince deep down). It's the name I always had reserved for him in case of a human AU, and I've known it for years now. :D

God Polly is so good. She really is like 'well today's been a bit weird but OH AUGUS IS HERE AND WE LIKE AUGUS HI AUGUS!!!' and I just love her and how much she adores other people. Polly like 'I'm not even stressed because Gary the best owner ever and Efnisien smells nice and I get treats all the time and I have this giant property all to myself and all my friends live here.'

[fuzzydreamin]

OC Interview

Got tagged by @krokaxe @bokatan and @leavingautumn13 I've already done this for Nora and Al, but I figured I'd do it for some of my other characters... So, Nate and Jack below.

Name: Nate Sosu Nickname/Alias: Charmer (Railroad) Gender: (slightly GNC but mostly in private) Cis man (he/him) Star sign: Aquarius (February 18, 2045) Height: 6’0” Orientation: Bi + poly Nationality: American (white) Favourite fruit: Cherries and Pineapple Favourite season: Summer Favourite flower: Dandelions Favourite scent: Grass Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee Average hours of sleep: Not enough. He has trouble sleeping due to PTSD. Dog or cat person: Dog person, because he loves to play with them. Dream trip: Nate's the kind of person who cares less for a location specifically but more for who he is with while visiting. He'd love to go just about anywhere if he could do it with someone he cared for. He probably would have dragged the family to Nuka World when Shaun was big enough to enjoy it. Number of blankets they’d choose to sleep with: One or two, depending on how cold it is. Random fact: Considering he went right from school into the army, this man had no idea what he'd do for an actual job. Probably would have looked into mechanics. He knew he'd love to coach little league, though.

Name: Jack (No last name yet) Nickname/Alias: He doesn't have any unique nicknames or code names (yet?). Gender: Cis man (he/him) Star sign: Taurus (1st May, 2058) Height: I dunno exactly yet, but he's quite a big boy. Over 6ft for sure. Orientation: Gay Nationality: American (white) Favourite fruit: Cranberries and Blackberries Favourite season: Winter Favourite flower: The kind that grow on melon and gourd plants. Favourite scent: Petrichor Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Tea Average hours of sleep: 6-9 hours, depending on the time of year and if he needs to get up earlier to feed his chickens or something. He'd happily sleep in more if he could. Probably the best sleeper of my OC's. Dog or cat person: Either. He can't own a dog though, so I guess it defaults to cat person. Dream trip: Jack travelled all over every corner of Appalachia a lot during the years after getting out of vault 76, and doesn't have much incentive to want to go anywhere else, since he had so little life experience before going in and so much to do after getting out. He doesn't really think about travel on a wider scale. He also can't be sure how people would react to his unique mutations, so he feels safer sticking close to home just for that alone. If you asked he'd probably say something simple and sappy like hiking up to a high, nature filled point to watch the sunrise or some shit with a very unenthused Beckett. Number of blankets they’d choose to sleep with: One. He generates a lot of body heat so he's all good on that front, and his house tends to be pretty cozy. Random fact: He came from a large family, and several of them did survive past the bombs. Still figuring out if he ever actually meets any of them again though.

[deva-arts]

Seraphina, a bit of a bird , a bit of a human . Maybe. But, my question. When she eats eggs, is it technically cannibalism?

Long answer: no. Short answer, no.