#yes this belongs in my Brotherhood tag

[astonmartinii]

friendship bracelets | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

charles' gf is beloved in the fandom for her love for frienship bracelets

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yourusername: charles fell asleep mid craft session :(

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user3: she's everything, he's just ken

charles_leclerc: this is a false narrative, i was just resting my eyes and not allowing myself to distract you from your hard work

yourusername: i'd say you're a man of the people but your snoring is something else

charles_leclerc: I DO NOT SNORE TAKE THAT BACK

danielricciardo: i've taken enough flights with you charlie to confirm that you do in fact snore

charles_leclerc: i am being stabbed in the back so many times today you hate to see it

user4: i'm going to spa, guarantee me a friendship bracelet and i'll back you

charles_leclerc: done ✅

user4: charles marc herve perceval leclerc has factually NEVER snored in his entire life and any allegations that he has are both slanderous and libellous and you will be DEALT WITH IN A COURT OF LAW

yourusername: ummm what?

charles_leclerc: what colour bracelet do you want?

user5: what in the everloving fuck just happened?

lilymunhe: anyhow... y/n you are so sexy

yourusername: right back at you baby ;)

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daniel3.jpeg: this friendship bracelet business is serious stuff, also charles and y/n being gross as usual

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user6: fuck romeo and juliet i want what these bitches have

yourusername: daniel do not underestimate the power of the friendship bracelets

danielricciardo: oh i'm not doubting it i saw a girl ignore me, jump across the hood of my car just to get one

yourusername: i mean i'm pretty sure that girl broke a toe, i paid for her health insurance

landonorris: people are breaking toes for these things?

yourusername: it was not the intent on my behalf, i just wanted a sister/brotherhood among fans

user7: don't make them so cute then

charles_leclerc: what do you mean gross? daniel, can i not be happily in love?

danielricciardo: i am happy for you charles but if i have to hear you break out in a sonnet about the smell of y/n's perfume or the colour of her eyes i will pull my hair out

yourusername: what hair?

danielricciardo: ????

yourusername: sorry i admit that was a low blow from me

user8: is that charles taking a pic of y/n in the last one?

yourusername: yes my lovely lil photographer

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f1: make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid ✨ y/n and charles arrived at spa this weekend with the friendship bracelets that are coveted by f1 fans!

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user11: all the loser men in this comment section making fun of these don't understand how much of a stan FLEX it is to have one of these

user12: no jokes if i see someone with one this weekend i'm offering them out on the spot

user13: i literally only put mine on after the race when i got home cause i was so scared it would get stolen

alexalbon: cringey faves

yourusername: are you still annoyed i ran out last race before you could get one?

alexalbon: why did lily get one before me :(((

lilymunhe: girlies first

yourusername: what lily said

user14: all jokes aside the whole friendship bracelet thing has been great for creating a sense of belonging for girls in this sport and i can't thank y/n enough for giving us something that is uniquely ours in f1

yourusername: that honestly makes me so so happy, girls get a tough ride in all sports, but esp in f1 and i wanted to find a way to bring us all together and i actually wanted to ask if the girls (and guys) wanted to start making our own and start exchanging them at races :)

f1: we back this !!

charles_leclerc: lift the jewellery ban so i can wear mine in the car

yourusername: i can't allow you to put that extra weight in the car the sf-23 needs all the help it can get

scuderiaferrari: :((((

user15: LOOOOOOOOOL

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yourusername: my heart is so full. first, charlie back on the podium where he deserves to be, i'm so proud my love, you'll be back to winning ways soon. second, MY GIRLS. words cannot express how happy i was to see you all exchanging bracelets and making new friends! i also received so many from you which will all go in my collection at home. safe journeys back and see you guys after the summer break.

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user16: it really is the summer of the girls and barbie

user17: i've literally never felt more included at a gp before, so many girls just introduced themselves to each other and i made so many new friends :))))

charles_leclerc: thank you cheri, i love you always

yourusername: you deserve everything my love

charles_leclerc: also thank you everyone for the friendship bracelets, we got given enough for the entire ferrari garage has one as well as everyone who worked in paddock club this weekend!! keep spreading the love <3

user18: never have i ever loved a couple more than these two

user19: i am allowing my parasocial relationship to go wild rn

danielricciardo: thank you for starting this y/n even if i thought it was a bit silly to start with but my arms are full and i'm FEELING the love

maxverstappen1: same here, p is enjoying all her new bracelets 🧡

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charles_leclerc: back on the podium - i'm very happy with that, the best way to go into the summer! thank you for all of your support ❤️

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user20: my king right there

user21: the rocketships don't count so p1 in my heart

yourusername: prince of monaco doing prince of monaco things

charles_leclerc: makes sense since you're my princess

landonorris: GAG

yourusername: let us be cute, be lonely on your own time

scuderiaferrari: proud of you charles

yourusername: build a better car i beg

user22: speaking for all of us

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charles_leclerc: suprised her with a trip to paradise and she's still making friendship bracelets

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user23: they're both so sexy i can't

yourusername: i love you but you can't take the hobby out of the girl

user24: she loves us too much to stop now

yourusername: they're not wrong ....

charles_leclerc: you love me the most though, right?

yourusername: of course!!

user25: oh to be them

pierregasly: invite lost in the mail i see

charles_leclerc: literally the romantic trip you helped me plan?

pierregasly: i still i want you to take me for pasta dinners?

yourusername: back off frenchie

note: ENJOY, i kinda love this but let me know what you think - i am getting to requests but this popped into my head and i had to write it before i forgot

[neptuniadoesstuff]

MMMMMMMMMM DOODLE HELL #04!!!!!!!!!!! (Magma Edition)

(TW: Bl00d/G0r3 for one of the main images & the bonus images)

Characters in this list (main):

Elar as the tbh creature (Well its El from Mortal's Curse BUT Y'KNOW-) (Mine ig, but originally created by Rayark & Archpray) (1st Image)

JJ but as those weird myorder furries from Made in Abyss (aka Hollows or smtn-) (Yes, he's eeting an arm don't ask who's it is man-) (My ver of Jeremiah Greenbel but actually belongs to Rayark & Archpray) (2nd Image)

Cursed Kedhur asking wy Gwin, his dad, doesn't love him. (OC belongs to @stridesthroughashes) (3rd Image)

My frend, Storm's OC, Kitten but.. as an actual cat- (he belongs to her) (4th Image)

TES!AU designs/doodles for Raven (Mamic Bird Thing) (eft) & Peter (Little Short Borb man scared of a certain man named Adder) (Right). But now Raven is an Argonian named "Quarrels-with-Ravens" who works within the Dark Brotherhood & Peter is now named Petrus (& he ain't a borb anymore) (Don't wrry their original/N-Verse counterparts still exist-) (Both are owned @stridesthroughashes but were created by me) (5th Image)

Synnial being imprisoned for the 101st time by Noir bcs this idiot kept on escaping for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER! LIKE DOOD JUST LIKES HARMING THE MAILMAN FOR SOME REASON- (I mean dood did kill like a lot of his lizerd slaves only to be myordered by one so-) (Btw this moron too belongs to my frend @stridesthroughashes) (6th Image)

Finally.. Here's some bonuses.

The characters here are cursed variant of my sona, Nep & a rando doodle of Sirius. (Sirius also belongs to Rayark & Archpray)

(Imma put too many tags in this if you can tell-)

Character Credits are in the desc.

Art: Mine

Program: Magma.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[sins-of-the-sea]

My Brother’s Keeper

“Well, now. With all that said and done, we can finally get to the sweet, sweet finale, right? You all do remember that I always win, yes? No matter what Asks you send in, no matter what words of encouragement? You think that a grand gesture was what had Phoebus bring back Guy? Well, I heard it said around the community….

“’A single grand gesture will not bring in any semblance of forgiveness.’” Nor will any of us all forget. I certainly won’t. Though it was tons of fun seeing him think it helped any at all. Far more entertaining than I thought it would be. 

“But as you see, I still need my Eye, and I am a gracious, kind, merciful Master. Even without those words of encouragement, I would have brought Guy back to Phoebus either way as a carrot to a stick. The Sin of Sloth can only do so much damage standing back and smiling as his brother Lust drowns. And more can be done with positive reinforcement in addition to punishment.

“Now let’s see here…. Ah, yes.

“I wasn’t lying: I did crack open Phoebus’s soul as a warning. But I shall admit: I did do a little more. His soul belongs to me, after all. I own it, and I shall do as I wish with it.

“I took a piece. And what I shall do with this piece.... well.

“Trite. Rubbish. You all know how it is in your communities. If there are a hordes of people voicing their dislike for something, then it is for a reason, no?”

“You are aware that many other siblings have broken apart and murdered each other, yes? Being born from the same father or mother means nothing to many. Look up the actual Cain and Abel of the Abrahamic Bibles. Upon Marcus Aurelius Antoninus and Publius Septimius Geta. Upon Li Shimin, Li Jiangchen, and Li Yuanji. The Ottoman Empire even legalized fratricide starting with Mehmed II due to the struggles of Mehmed I. Brotherhood means nothing throughout mankind.

“Do you even listen to yourself?”

“I believe the Internet adage for this certain scenario is for you to ‘cope’.”

“Oh, he got scared, all right. Far more than you’ll ever know.”

“There shall be no other Gods before me....”

“Hahaha! You almost made me like you. You. You’re a fun one.”

“Blah blah blah blah-”

“You took too long, I almost fell asleep.”

“I am curious, this one. Do you talk to your salt shakers like little children? Your life up to this point must have been absolutely dreadful, going about in the dark to gather all the lost fatherless men like dolls to collect for your shelves. What would work for princes wouldn’t work for paupers. All to fill in a void carved out by the ones before you. 

“How long will it be before that void swallows you up and those who care for you? I wonder...”

“Words thrown in the wind. As all these would be.” The Master then crumples up all these messages and turn them into sea salt, sprinkling across the waves until nothing is left. “And now for one final touch. And don’t even think of going through the tags or the blog for a double-check...”

[blind-betrayal]

ok so for all this post on my main is a jokey joke about Danse the synth vs Curie the cooler synth I do genuinely adore the thematic of Curie and Paladin Danse being exact opposites of the “I’m a synth” coin (which is not including Nick, because both of their experiences are tied to them being humanoid synths rather than synths in the general sense)

Being a synth is the worst thing to ever happen to Danse, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to Curie

I already see a lot of posts about how Danse’s (unaware) false perception that he’s been alone his entire life until Cutler and the Brotherhood affected every part of his being, but especially his ability to form relationships. How so much hatred towards being a synth isn’t just the internalized, brainwashed ideal of what horrible abominations they are but rather what that means for him-- he’s all those bad things and, from his perception, not even himself to boot. To Danse, he is lies and falsehoods, he has no tangible ability to decipher what of his past was real and what was fake (we know Cutler was real, for example, But now that he can’t step foot on Brotherhood grounds can Danse go see the files for himself? Does he have his dog tags he can hold in his hands? To someone already so broken and confused, is it that far-fetched he’d drive himself to delirium and start doubting all of his memories?)

But while the game does, in whatever amount his unfinished arc permits, dip its toes into the body horror aspect of not being a human (he’s human, he’s flesh and bones and brain but he also isn’t, for he will not age, he cannot reproduce, he didn’t physically grow. one day he just was), 

I can’t remember seeing anything canon or fanon dipping into how horrifying it is for his body not to be his own-- not because he’s not human/what he thought he was, not because the Institute and Brotherhood both (yes them too) see him as an object to use, but because he is not and (should something go horribly wrong a la recall codes) might not be the first or last person in his body. Because it’s not his body, it’s M7-97′s* (*I’d argue its his in the way a secondhand jacket you bought is yours now, but I’m talking about the principle of the body being yours because you born /with/ it, not into it)

M7-97 who, in a way, committed suicide to allow Danse to exist. The body belonging to M7-97 didn’t, it stayed perfectly intact and functional, but if all we are is our memories and experiences that shaped us, getting a mindwipe from the Railroad is effectively suicide (DiMA’s one singular good point in Far Harbor). M7-97, a synth who had a place within the Institute and memories of the Institute died there, and “Danse” as we know him is just a set of memories and traits overwritten onto that body’s brain. Considering Danse was already a vessel for Brotherhood morals to manifest into action (which is what any Brotherhood soldier is, mind. Maxson sees his soldiers as people? Lol get real), he probably has no small level of hatred for this synthetic body he’s forced to inhabit, but...for that to not even belong to him in the first place? The one single good thing he’d be able to make of this situation? (In regards to his body, anyways)

And what are his thoughts on M7-97, I wonder? Guilt for hating the same kind of person who gave him life? For inflicting the same pain on this body that M7-97 died to escape? Does he not feel any responsibility for them at all, as it was all their choice to do that? Bethesda doesn’t let us know, we can only guess

In contrast, G5-19′s body being inhabited again isn’t framed in the same light. It’s not a horrifying, dehumanizing thing. It’s a miracle and a gift. G5-19 underwent a brainwipe and it failed, and that’s tragic. But while she is there, she is only a body kept alive and not a person. But Curie is a person--or at least, an AI capable of becoming one (or who has already become one, idk, that’s its own can of worms. Robots in the Fallout universe range from basically human to samsung smart fridge). Because G5-19 “died”, Curie has a chance to obtain the human experience-- emotions and ideas outside of her programming, senses, she can touch and taste and cry and smile. More importantly to her, she has ability to explore and manipulate objects her robotic body would never allow. She has the full range of thought that are available to humans, she can not only further her research but develop an identity she would have otherwise not been able to have. Curie can’t even leave the vault without authorization, even if she does knowingly exploit a hole in her programming and has self awareness about it, she’s fully aware of the fact her existence is limited and wishes to expand it.

To Curie, being a synth is an incredible blessing. Even the “bad” parts-- the ugly emotions (though Fallout shows a range of robots unable to feel and ones who arguably can, like Codsworth’s strong moral compass and Ada’s friendship, pride and grief, and even jealousy if you go with other companions), the need to eat/sleep/drink, illness, even the fact she has to breath  are either something beautiful or bothersome to her (”This body is so fragile. But capable of such precision" ”What if my arm is blown off? It is not so simple to repair this now”) , but it’s all worth it for what she gets in return.

And the horrifying parts of being a synth-- the lack of aging, the lack of being born, the inability to reproduce, the complete othering of you from your human peers despite near-similar experiences and lifestyles...what does it matter to her? Nothing. 

Because she was never under the impression she was a human or that she should have the thoughts, feelings, and experiences of a human. Robots can’t age, reproduce, and are only created not born (like synths!), they only truly die if they break down and don’t get repaired or get a factory reset (which doesn’t mean the same to them as death does to humans, depending on what part of Bethesda's writing you reference, Codsworth’s shocked, pleading “mum/sir...I’m dying...” or Ada’s dialogue should you make her self destruct, which isn’t sad and unfair but simply “unfortunate it had to come to this, honor serving you” which...what the actual fuck todd).

These concepts aren’t scary to her because they were just her reality to begin with. Death does become scary to her because as a doctor/scientist (understands the weight of it and what it does) and, someone who now experiences true emotion and thus true fear/sadness (I think she could before, mind, she clearly has feelings about the whole Vault experience/dead friends/experimenting on people thing but I’m working within Bethesda’s unclear and inconsistent writing of their robots ok), she’s no longer a robot who can be turned on and off again (which is arguably just what being put into G5 was for her, even if you could argue she’s not the same Curie but Bethesda doesn’t let us be privy to the exact science behind the procedure and again, big ass can of worms. Go play SOMA for that), she could be gone forever and never recovered. “Remember. To breathe. I keep thinking if I forget to do this, no more Curie.”

Danse’s existence is a curse, Curie’s is a blessing. I imagine Danse looks at Curie and sees someone like him, an equally tragic creature who is distinctly not human (I originally used the word monster here but...I feel that if we had the chance to see it in canon, he’d be /much/ more conflicted over synths like Curie and Nick than he does for “normal” synths), and Curie looks at Danse and sees another miracle of science. They kind of make up the opposite ends of the spectrum that is the synth experience and I think it’s so cool, even if its not really used in any way (or intentional, lol). But I think it puts a lot of their personalities into perspective. Comparing them brings context to each other and jesus christ I wish we had Danse interacting with the others after blind betrayal so bad. ok im gonna go hunt Todd Howard for sport thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

[thedemonconstantine]

ALRITE ALRITE ALRITE

9 songs I’m currently obsessed with...

Tagged by: @imxthexhandler

Tagging: @adventurepunks @thecursedhellblazer @blizzardmuses @asktinytitanszatara @lostxndbroken @artyhowls @frozenpineapple-iv @treesofgreen

...in no definite order of importance or brain worm:

1. Corcovado (Kubota Toshinobu) Fantastic Japanese soul singer, voice as smooth as silk. If his name doesn’t ring a bell, then maybe this song would.

2. いとしのエリー (Hirai Ken) One of the best songs by Southern All Stars, covered by Hirai Ken in his jazz album. Perfection.

3. La Bamba (Ritchie Valens) Flirty happy song that rocks my socks, what more can I ask for?

4. My Life (Billy Joel) It’s this or Piano Man.

5. Fly Away (Lenny Kravitz) His Mama Said album, raw and unfiltered. This is from 5, but I feel like it can belong to the older stuff.

6. 真夜中のダンディー (Kuwata Keisuke) PAPA KUWATA<3 KEIKKON KUDASAIIIII-

7. Brotherhood (B’z) Tak and Koshi just UNFH<3! TAKKUN INABASAN<3 A Japanese rock staple with heavy blues roots and masterful composition. Can’t ever go wrong with B’z. I have their entire physical discog. >_>  (Yes, including the tiny ass singles. Sue me. Impossible to find some of their music on youtube I don’t know why)

8. SHINZO (Kreva) Composer, producer, and Japan’s number 1 rapper, after his debut from Kick the Can Crew. Smoothest, slickest album I’ve ever heard. I can have the entire album on repeat the whole day. This album is divided into two parts, red and blue, one side with slower smoother rhythm and the other is faster paced, mimicking the ebb and flow of an actual heartbeat. It’s beautiful. I love a lot of his work but this is his best by far. He also has remixes of his own albums and there’s one where you can play it seamlessly even when you put it on shuffle, plays exactly as if you have an in-house DJ. I listen to that sometimes when working out or painting. (Again, impossible to find this particular album on youtube or nico nico. He’s got other albums on youtube though, worth checking out so please do)

9. 僕はこの瞳で嘘をつく (Chage & Aska) Aska, best crooner ever. Hayao Miyazaki likes them too. I have too many of their albums... (Yes, it’s them in the animation)

[the-light-to-my-dark]

New ESO Blog

As much as I try to remind myself I have original writing that needs my attention, my heart will always belong in Tamriel.

Thus, this blog is born.

This is where I'll talk about my Vestige, Lila, and her adventures in Tamriel and beyond. This isn't an RP blog, and it's not really a fic blog, as such. I'll share links when/if I post any of my fic writing to AO3, but mostly it's a giant moodboard and online journal for my thoughts.

Additionally, it's worth noting that part of Lila's adventures involve a past on the Gold Coast that will be revealed over time, and a growing relationship with Darien Gautier. Yes, I've played every ESO chapter that involves our favourite bread boi, and I know how the story ends (at present). I've taken that into account with my writing.

So come along for the ride if you like.

Main tags:

Thoughts of the Runaway - Anything directly related to Lila's connection to the Dark Brotherhood, and the events that shaped the person she became (including her departure from the Gold Coast).

Assassin's Life: Brotherhood Past - Similar to the above, but usually about dialogue rather than musings. Also less angsty (usually).

After we save the world: Future - Anything relating to thoughts of the future.

Light in the Darkness: Darien - Anything relating to Lila's relationship with Darien.

Meet me in a tavern: Lila's Kitchen - Anything about food.

Wistful Runaway - Anything about Lila's home (separate from her departure tag)

Ally's ESO Drabbles - Any writing that isn't part of a longer work.

[echo-three-one]

Good Day fellow CoD Fans

I will now write an essay regarding the story of a certain pistol, the M1911.

The M1911 is a handgun used mostly by every character in the game. It's your sidearm on most missions, and notable NPCs have used this in the game. But lets focus on one's M1911, one who has a certain moustache that either scared or impressed the shit out of our favorite F.N.G.

Captain Price's M1911. Yes the legendary gun that helped Soap kill Imran Zakhaev once and for all. Note that it was also the Pistol Captain Price used to kill Al-asad who hid in a safehouse somewhere in the mountains. That pistol had the most important bullets fired in Modern Warfare's history.

Now you would say, "Ray, I already know these. These were basic facts. I played the game. What's the point of explaining this?" Well the point is this exact gun also became the single thing that helped build one of our (or my) favorite characters in the game, no- of ALL TIME.

drumroll for Sgt./Capt. John "Soap" MacTavish.

After the events of Modern Warfare 1. We saw a massive time skip before Modern Warfare 2. He was already a Captain of his own Task Force. No context. But then again, he has a journal, a journal where he notes his thoughts, ideas, plans which he could never share to.

Take a look at the pages just after the mission : Game Over, where our dear Soap couldn't shake off the events occured on thay bridge, and the only thing that makes it all worthwile was popping Zakhaev's head, with a pistol pushed through him by his Captain. Yes it's the M1911.

After that he tried to recover, both physically and psychologically as the events really rattled his whole being. He lost a lot that day. And he swore to himself to get better. While recovering he writes the sentence:

"SO I CARRY PRICE'S PISTOL. FOCUS ON DISASSEMBLING IT, CLEANING IT, I OBSESS OVER EVERY SCRATCH"

This was the sentence that gave him the full drive. His character development phase began after this moment. And his first step to getting better was Moving On.

After the long recovery, thanks to Nikolai bringing booze and women to slow them all down, Soap took a break while awaiting for orders. And back in the fresh country of UK, he started ticking off the list on his moving on phase.

He visited Hereford and watched a horse race. It wasn't just an ordinary horse race, it was the same race Price watched when he was free, and noted that it was possible he was watching the same horses the Capt. used to. (isn't this dramatic. aren't you all sad yet?!) This was what really sent me to the thinking realm. I felt this. Soap was a simp for Price fanboy of sorts. Someone who was so impressed with his Captain that he idolized him. (isn't this us? ahahah we are soap 100%)

And this level of dedication is not simple. I am a Soap simp for years now and he still lives in my head rent free after all this time. Moments in my life I'll randomly bring him up and feel sad or feel good sometimes. This was what Soap felt during recovery. And the pistol was the only memento he had on him.

After the horse race, he tried Price's cigar, Villa Clara's, and dedicates a whole journal page just to say. "They're Smooth. Price has taste." and WOW it's beautiful.

After the recovery, he's now fit and ready for the 141. We can now see that this weapon will be his sidearm in Kazakhstan, Brazil and somewhere near Petropavlovsk, Russia.

Then at that fateful mission, Prisoner 627 was rescued.

"Price? I believe this belonged to you Sir." Soap returns the M1911, a happy moment for our fanboy. His Captain was alive and well.

At this moment the M1911 will be by Price's holster from Site Hotel Bravo up to the Prague where our favorite Scotsman would meet his fate.

"I'm sorry." Price places his pistol by him. The same pistol he gave to him to kill Zakhaev, the same pistol who's scratches were obsessed over by Soap, the same pistol which Price received when he was rescued. The pistol being handed to Soap was a symbol that he deserved that memento afterall. Price left it to him, he could've used it's bullets to fight, but he left it alongside Soap's dead body to symbolize that Price would never forget him, and Price was with him, beside where his body laid. A symbol of brotherhood that transcends that of blood relation.

tagging @samatedeansbroccoli

[scorpio-skies]

OC as a Companion Meme!

NAME: Nora Hart

FOUND: Near Sunshine Tidings Co-Op, fighting raiders at the church. 

COMPANION PERK: The Bear Necessities - Acquire Honey the yao guai as an extra companion.  

ROMANCEABLE:  Yes 

(I was tagged for this a very long time ago, but always wanted to do it! Tagging: @eluvisen​ @mrninjapineapple​ @ariejul​ @sociallyacceptablemadness​ @lothrilzul​ @slothssassin​ @mars-colony​ @lookbluesoup​ @tarberrymentats​ @leporidaefluff​ @charomiami​ @beckiboos​ and anybody who’d like to do it! If you’ve done it before feel free to rb your original unless you wanna make another for a diff OC >:3c but no pressure at all!)

 WEAPON OF CHOICE: 

Lucky (.357 magnum revolver from FNV ;p)

Combat rifle

 I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER:

“Then let’s hit the road!” 

“Time for another adventure? Count me in!”

“You can count on me, boss!” 

“Let’s get going, then!”

“The road’s a-calling.” 

“Sounds like fun!” 

(Romanced) “Good! I was hoping for some quality time with you.”

(Romanced) “I’d follow you anywhere, love. Lead on.”

 USE MELEE:

“This is too close for comfort!” 

“Let’s hit ‘em hard and fast!” 

“Just go down already!” 

“It’s about to get messy!”

 USE RANGED:

“I’ve got your back!” 

“They won’t get past me.” 

“Nothing like a long-distance relationship!” 

“Got it!”

 OPEN INVENTORY:

“That’ll be twenty-caps. Just kidding!” 

“What do you need?” 

“Here’s what I’ve got!” 

“Sure thing -- just don’t mess up my pack.”

(Romanced) “Oh? Did you get me something nice?”

 IF OVERENCUMBERED:

“See, this is why caravans have carts and brahmin.” 

“Shame Honey isn’t here to carry that for us… / Why don’t you see if Honey’ll carry it for ya?” 

“I mean, I love junk as much as the next gal but... don’t you think you’re overdoing it?” 

“Let me carry some of that for you.” 

“You’re gonna hurt your back like that!” 

“Your pack’s gonna pop…”

 STAY CLOSE:

“I’m with you.” 

“Right beside you.” 

“I’m here.”

 KEEP DISTANCE:

“Gotcha.” 

“You got it.”

"Sure."

STEALTH:

"The sneaky way, huh?" 

"Like shadows." 

"Alright, let's go quietly." 

"They won't know what hit em." 

 BACKUP:

“Oh! Sorry."

"I'll give you some space." 

“Sorry -- don’t mean to be stepping on your toes!”

BE PASSIVE:

“Always worth negotiating!” 

“I definitely prefer talking to violence.” 

“Sounds good to me, boss. I’d prefer not to shoot if I don’t have to.” 

“Turn on the charm!” 

“You’re quite the people person.” 

“You’re a real charmer, ain’t ya?” 

(Romanced) “That’s my hero!”

 BE AGGRESSIVE:

“Just say the word, boss.” 

“I’m ready.” 

“Guess it’s too late to ask them nicely?” 

“Alright. Let’s bring the mayhem.”

“Well, if we can’t talk them down…”

 USE STIMPAK:

“Ow… thanks, boss.” 

“Ugh, needles… remind me not to get shot again.” 

“Phew that’s better.” 

“Thanks -- I’m good.”

“Back to it!”

WAIT HERE:

“Don’t go too far, okay?” 

“Alright. Hurry back before I get too bored though, yeah?” 

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

FOLLOW ME:

“Welcome back, boss!” 

“Alright, let’s get back to it!” 

“Lead on, boss. I’m with you.” 

“Glad to have you back.”

LOVER’S EMBRACE: 

“That was a good roll in the hay…” 

“Jackpot!” 

“Now that’s what I call a rodeo...”

“Morning beautiful/handsome!” 

“Could stay all day in bed with you…” 

“I love you. I want you to know that.” 

 DISMISSED:

“Well, you know where I’ll be.” 

“Alright then. Take care of yourself, boss. You know where to find me.” 

“Okay then. I’ll tell Kammie and Honey you said hi.” 

“Alright -- you be careful, though. You hear me?” 

“Time to head home then -- come and see us soon, yeah?” 

(Romanced) “If that’s what you want, just… come home safe to me, alright? I’ll be waiting for you.”

 ENEMIES (LONG RANGE)

“Today is not your lucky day!”

“You’re gonna regret this!” 

“Shouldn’t pick fights ya can’t finish!”

“Hope you’ve made your peace!”

(Raiders) “You’re not gotta loot us!”

(Raiders) “You’re not hurting anybody else!” 

(Raiders) “Time to answer for your crimes!” 

(Gunners) “Let’s teach these thugs how to shoot!” 

(Gunners) “I ain’t losing to the likes of you!” 

(Gunners) “Hope those caps were worth your life!”

(Insects) “Ugh. These things creep me out!”

(Insects) “Buzz off!” 

(Synths/Robots) “I’m gonna sell you for scrap!”

(Synths/Robots) “Time to shut you down permanently!”

(Super mutants) “Why are they always so big and angry?”

(Super mutants) “We’re not on the menu!” 

(Super mutants) “I’m not going in some meat bag!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “Holy shit!” 

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “The bigger they are, the harder they’ll fall!”

(Feral ghouls) “These things creep me out.”

(Feral ghouls) “Boss! Ferals!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Run!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Look out!” 

(Yao Guai) “Don’t tell Honey!” 

(Yao Guai) “I’m sorry bear!” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff) “God I hate having to do that.” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff/mole rats) “I’m sorry -- you left me no choice.”

(Critical Kill) “WOO! Nice shot!”

(Critical Kill) “Lucky hit!”

ENEMIES (CLOSE RANGE)

“Bring it!” 

“Let’s dance!” 

“Look out!” 

“They’re on us!”

(Insects) “Ugh -- I hate these things!”

(Insects) “Disgusting!” 

(Insects) “You’re really starting to bug me!”

(Synths/Robots) “Where’s the off switch?”

(Children of Atom) “Hope you said your prayers!”

(Super mutants) “Wow, you’re a big fella.” 

(Super mutants) “What do these guys eat? No -- don’t answer that.”

(Super mutants) “I am not a snack!”

(Feral ghouls) “Get away from me!” 

(Feral ghouls) “Shit!”

(Feral ghouls) “Way too close!”

(Mirelurks) “These guys sure are crabby!”

 WHEN ENTERING:

GOODNEIGHBOR

“Well, this looks like a good place to get mugged.” 

“Ah, Goodneighbor. Crime capital of the Commonwealth -- watch your back here, boss.” 

“Yeah, Goodneighbor has walls but it’s got plenty of cut-throats within them. We’ll need to watch our backs. Also our caps.” 

“Oh, boss. You always take me to the ‘nicest’ places.” 

“Is everyone’s staring at us, or is that just me?”

 DIAMOND CITY

“So, this is the great green jewel of the Commonwealth… I’ll have to get Kammie a souvenir.”

“Hey -- mind if we stop by the market? I wanna see if I can wrangle us some deals.”

“Noodles? Served by a robot? Kammie is not gonna believe this...”

“Do you think these people ever get tired of looking at the walls?” 

“So this is the infamous Dugout… You hear a lot about this place in the caravans. Home of Bobrov’s Best! Fancy getting a bottle?”

 BUNKER HILL

“These guys are miserly, even by trader standards. If you need anything, let me do the haggling, yeah?” 

“Bunker Hill’s a popular stop for caravans. Me and Kammie were planning on stopping here, but I’m not sure they’d let Honey through the gate…”

“I’ve been here before, you know. But it was a long time ago.”

 BOSTON AIRPORT

“Do you really think those wrecks could fly? I can’t even imagine what that’d be like…” 

“If we could still fly like that… think of all of the places we could see.”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Wow… Just look at that airship!”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Looks like the Brotherhood mean business. Maybe we should move on?”

(After Reveille has triggered) “I don’t really wanna tangle with the Brotherhood, boss. They’re bad for business.”

 THE PRYDWEN

“Wow -- just look at that view!”

“This ship is amazing -- and look at all the power armour!”

“Hey, do you think they’ll sell me a suit if I ask nicely?”

 THE CASTLE

“The Castle must have been a sight to see when the Minutemen were in charge. Shame about the current tenants...”

(After Castle is restored) “It’s great to see the Castle back in Minutemen hands!”

(After Castle is restored) “The Minutemen have done a great job fixing the Castle up again!.”

(After Castle is restored) “I bet the sunrise is something to see from those walls...” 

(After Castle is restored) “Me and Kammie were talking about whether we should join the Minutemen or not… do you think they accept bears?”

 QUINCY

(Before clearing Quincy) “I heard about what the Gunners did to Quincy… nothing but a bunch of murderers.” 

(Before clearing Quincy) “Look at what they did here… The Gunners are no better than raiders.”

(After clearing Quincy) “I really hope Quincy can rebuild and recover someday.” 

 THE GLOWING SEA

“So… which of us will turn ghoul first?” 

“Is there a way to turn the Geiger counter off? It keeps reminding me we’re dying and I don’t like it.” 

“This place… it’s like we’re in a nightmare.” 

“I keep seeing things moving in the fog…” 

“Do you think they really knew what they were doing when they dropped the bombs?”

“We’ll have to drink a few pints of radaway after this…”

 CONCORD

“That vertibird makes an interesting installation...”

 LEXINGTON

“I heard Lexington is overrun with ferals… are you sure we can’t go around?” 

“I feel like there’s something around every corner...”

“Why can’t the ferals just eat the raiders?”

 SALEM

“This place belongs in a horror comic.”

(Devil’s Due) “I don’t like the sound of that...” 

(Return egg to the deathclaw) “I’m proud of you, boss. Those deathclaws deserved better… now, let’s back away nice and slow and leave them to it, yeah?”

 LYNN WOODS

“Those claw marks on the rock… Deathclaw territory. Stay alert.”

“Try not to make too much noise. If a deathclaw comes after us, I don’t know if we can stop it.”

 NAHANT

“Keep an eye out. There’s a floating raider fortress nearby.”

“Caravans have disappeared around here, and the survivor stories...? They’re not good.” 

“I don’t think we’ll find anything other than crabs and scrap around here.”

“I hope there’s no big mirelurks around…” 

“What kind of maniac wants to live out by the sea, anyway? You don’t know what’s out there!”

 CAMBRIDGE

“That police station’s well fortified -- here’s hoping they’re friendly.” 

“Why is this place so quiet…? I don’t like it.” 

“I thought raiders had taken over the place… not that I’m complaining.” 

“Oh. Ghouls. God I wish it was raiders.”

 SANCTUARY

“So this is your old home, huh?” 

“We should set up a supply line between here and Sunshine! We can help each other out.” 

“This is quite a nice place!” 

 SUNSHINE TIDING’S CO-OP 

“Home sweet home!” 

“You think we can stop by for some of Kamal’s lasagne?” 

“I’ll check in on the animals while we’re here.” 

(when greeted by Honey) “Hey there, Honey bear! How’re you today?” 

“I’m gonna go check on Kammie.”

“Home is where you keep your bear!”

 AGGRESSION: not aggressive/aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

 LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY:

Too many dislikes

Siding with the Institute 

Choosing Institute option in personal quest 

Destroying the Railroad

Selling Billy to slavers in Kid in a Fridge

Killing Kent Connolly in The Silver Shroud

Siding with Covenant

Destroying Acadia 

Destroying Far Harbor 

Siding with the Nuka-World raiders

Raiding the Commonwealth for Nuka-World 

Bringing X6-88 near (will turn Nora, Honey and Kamal hostile) 

Attacking Honey or Kamal 

Killing Phyllis Daily 

Killing Paladin Danse in Blind Betrayal

Killing Jules in the random synth encounter

 PERSONAL MISSION: Override 

Nora can be found fighting raiders at the church near Sunshine Tidings Co-op with Kamal and Honey. After the player helps them dispatch the raiders, they introduce themselves as traders seeking a safe place to set up their business. If the player has unlocked Sunshine as a settlement, they can send them there. This unlocks Nora as a companion, and Kamal as a trader. Honey operates as a guard-bear. 

After the player unlocks the Institute for the first time, they return to Sunshine to find the settlement under attack by coursers. 

Once the coursers are dispatched, Nora and Kamal have a panicked discussion where Nora worries that the Institute is on to her. Nora and Kamal lead the player to a quiet area of Sunshine and Nora tells Kamal that she trusts the player. 

She then confesses that she’s an escaped synth, and that the coursers were after her. She doesn’t know much about her past other than her time with the caravans, but over the years has been the victim of attempted reclamation by coursers. She and Kamal returned to the Commonwealth to try and learn how to stop it. 

If the player has not taken Nora to the Railroad or discovered them, Nora and Kamal mention that they’ve heard of the Railroad and were hoping they could help them. The player can then offer to find out more. 

If the player has taken Nora to the Railroad before, she will ask the player if they can convince the Railroad to help her. 

If the player goes to the Railroad, Tinker Tom provides a holotape. If the player uses it in the Synth Retention Bureau, it wipes Nora’s record from the system as well as some other escaped synths. 

After the player wipes Nora from the Institute’s records they can assure her that she’s safe and doesn’t have to run anymore. Nora and Kamal are overjoyed that they don’t have to keep running, and they agree that they want to set up a ranch at Sunshine. 

Nora will mention that Honey’s overjoyed too and has taken a liking to the player. The player has then unlocked Nora’s perk, The Bear Necessities, and Honey shall accompany Nora when the player character recruits her. 

Honey can be ordered much the same as Dogmeat, but she has a greater carry capacity, health and damage. She can be told to stay at Sunshine. 

The player can, however, choose to instead inform Ayo of Nora’s location. 

When the player next returns to Sunshine, they’ll find Kamal waiting for them with Honey. He’s injured and frantic, informing the player that coursers took Nora. If the player admits they handed Nora over, both Kamal and Honey will turn hostile.

 If the player feigns innocence, Kamal will insist he knows something’s not right. 

If the player tries to convince Kamal Nora’s gone forever, he’ll swear to keep looking for her no matter what it takes. 

When the player returns to the Institute, Nora can be found but renamed with her synth designation, C9-42. She reacts to the player character with the same deference as other synths, but knows them only as Father’s parent. Although she has the same bland smile as other synths when talking to the player, outside of conversation she will have a sad expression.

[scrapbookonthemantle]

OC Companion Meme

i got tagged by @ultrastimpaks​ !! thanks gio love u 

rules: pick out a fallout oc and fill out the prompts!

tagging uh. @sleights-of-hand​ @rocket-69​ and @rotarydials​​ !!

THE BASICS

>> which game would they be from?

Fallout 3

>> where would you find them?

A random encounter in the subways!

>> how do you recruit them?

"Just put it down! I didn't do anything to you!" Oppy shouts at the pair while holding her hands in the air.

"Aw, you really think I care, don't you?" The raider throws Oppy's backpack to another, who begins to dig through its contents.

"Never said that. Just give it back and I'll be on my--"

(I wrote it out as a dialogue tree scenario! Read the rest here!)

After rescuing Oppy from the raiders, you have the option to recruit her as a traveling companion.

>> do they have a specialized task?

If you give her dirty water, she’ll eventually hand back purified water!

(First time picking up dirty water with Oppy traveling with you) “Oooh! My mom taught me how to boil all the dirt and stuff out of water ages ago. I can clean those up for you if you want! Much healthier too, don’t want you getting sick on me!”

(Giving her dirty water) “Oh yuck! Will get this back to you as soon as I can!”

(Handing back purified water) “Bye dirt! You belong with the plants, not in my drinking water, thank you very much!”

>> do they give the player items? if yes, which items?

Oppy will occasionally pick up miscellaneous items on your journey with her. Sometimes they’ll even be useful! She will occasionally share them with the player. The things she picks up can range from an old pre-war phone to a stray stimpak she nabbed.

>> do they have a personal quest? if yes, what would it be?

Oppy doesn’t have a personal quest, but she’ll occasionally bring up smaller quests to go to different places around the DC area for research purposes. The player will likely need to take down low-level enemies from these locations before Oppy is able to complete her research.

If enough quests are completed, the player is granted the ‘In the Know!’ perk. This will grant special dialogue options while Oppy is by your side. 

(For example, during the Stealing Independence quest if you have Oppy by your side you can ask Abraham to tell you more about the location you’re going to.)

>> can you romance them?

No.

(If flirted with) “Oh! Well, I’m flattered, but I’m not really looking for romance right now. I’d rather just go on more adventures with you! Where to next?”

>> what perk would they give the player?

Walking on Sunshine: Well-rested will always be granted after sleeping in a bed - being around Opportunity just seems to put you in a good mood! You also receive bonus EXP for any non-combat related actions.

>> what are their SPECIAL stats?

S - 6, P - 4, E - 6, C - 9, I - 8, A - 7, L - 7

AFFINITY

>> loves

- Using a cooking station. “I love cooking! Do you need any help? I know what I’m doing, believe it or not.”

- Helping others, doing good deeds. “Good work! Some people are just down on their luck.”

- Taking down Paradise Falls. “No one deserves to be treated like that. No one.”

- Choosing the non-violent option in quests. “You handled that well! Sometimes words work better than bullets.”

>> likes

- Helping Moira with the Wasteland Survival Guide. “I know it’s tough, but it’s going to help a lot of people! No, really! ...What do you mean I sound just like her, shut up!”

- Siding with Roy Phillips and doing the non-violent route of the Tenpenny Tower quest. “You did the right thing, that Alistair guy is an asshole. ...Excuse my language.”

>> neutral

- Entering vaults. “The so-called height of the pre-war era... Did you know they were experimenting on people even before the bombs dropped? Cruel. We should get out of here as soon as we can.”

>> dislikes

- Drinking alcohol or using chems. “Hey! Being intoxicated isn’t going to help us get anywhere!”

- Pickpocketing/Stealing. “What are you doing?! Put that back!”

- Attempting to unlock owned doors or objects. “Stop it! How would you like it if I blatantly ignored your privacy? Those are locked for a reason!”

- Killing brahmin. “If you wanted to be a butcher you could have just said so, but this isn’t the time or place. What did they do to you?”

>> hates

- Leaving Harold alive during the Oasis quest. “I want plants back just as much as anyone else, but this isn’t the way to do it. He’s suffering at the hands of these people... Maybe you should have rethought that.” (Oppy will pull you aside to try talking you out of it multiple times during the quest.)

- Blowing up Megaton. “Why... would you.... I don’t understand your- What? You know what? No. I can’t stand to look at your face. Don’t try explaining yourself, I’m leaving. Don’t come running after me, either.” (Oppy will permanently leave you if you blow up Megaton. She will pull you aside to try talking you out of it multiple times throughout the quest.)

- Siding with the Brotherhood. “I’m afraid I don’t get why you would do that... They’re only out to help themselves. Have you seen the way they treat anyone different from their own?”

VOICE LINES

>> “use melee”

"Oh! Okay, I got my bat ready! I’ll try my best!”

>> “use ranged”

"I’m not sure that’s the best decision, I always seem to lose my ammo...”

>> “stay close”

“Right behind you! I’ll try not to trip you up.”

>> “keep distance”

“Got it! They’ll never see us- Er... Me, coming!” 

>> “back up”

“Oh sorry, was I too close?”

>> “be passive”

“Great! That’s my specialty.”

>> “be aggressive”

“Why would you want me to do that?”

>> “wait here”

“No problem! Do you want me to set up a camp while I wait?”

>> “follow me”

“Off we go!”

>> when healed

“Ow ow ow- Oh, thanks! You sure we don’t have to amputate?”

>> when killed (general)

“This wasn’t... how I planned this going...”

>> when killed (by player)

“I trusted you!”

>> when talking

“Back home my granmama would always make these tato cakes- they were the BEST. You’d love ‘em. Maybe I could make them for you sometime!”

“There’s a lot more to learn about our history than you’d think. Doesn’t do any good to just ignore it when it’s all repeating itself again.”

“One time my cousins and I were out playing in a nearby creek when we were young and Matty got his leg stuck in the mud.. We were out there for HOURS until my dad and my uncle came out to rescue us. Hey, at least we got snacks afterward!”

“Don’t you find feral ghouls fascinating? I mean, basically losing your mind and who you are as a person.. Only hanging onto what little threads of memory you can hang onto. Must be hard.”

“I think the Capitol Preseveration Society is doing good work, even if most people don’t appreciate it. History has to be remembered somehow!”

“Back home we didn’t have a lot of plants, but we at least had more than there are here.. Sometimes I get tired of all the concrete and rubble.”

“You know... As much as I enjoy looking back at history and all, I don’t want you to think I want to go back to it. Pre-war wasn’t good, I mean, hell, it ended up with a nuclear war that brought us to where we are now.”

“I’ve always thought people should make more of their own music. My family was always singing and drumming against things... I rarely see any of that around here. It’s kinda gloomy, really!”

“I’m not a fan of that Brotherhood of Steel group... They say they’re preserving old technology, but they’re not really helping anybody or teaching anyone outside of their crew, are they?”

>> when trading (neutral)

“Shoot... Which pocket did I put this in again?”

“Hold on, I think I lost... Nope, there it is.”

>> when trading (happy)

“Oh good! Do you have snacks?”

“I assure you I’ll handle your things with the UTMOST care and attention. I even have a dust rag around here somewhere!”

>> when dismissed

“Oh, okay... I’ll be in Rivet City if you need me!”

[harcidian]

fic writer interview

thank you so much for tagging me, @lantur and @bringingglory (I remembered you tagged me a few weeks ago and I only got to do it now hahah)

Name: hannah, meridianheroine on AO3 and Fanfiction 

Fandoms: actively writing for Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood / FMA Manga. I’ve also written for Pokemon and Vocaloid back in 2012-2014 but please don’t search for it LOL

I only got back to writing last July 2020, so I don’t have much fics to compare yet

(Most popular) oneshot: none so far, but I have a wip entitled “epiphany”, a royai scar-burning oneshot

two-shot: whiskey on ice, amber-brown eyes. Roy grieves for Hughes and Riza joins him in his drinking session, ongoing, also building it to be smut too

(Most popular) multichapter: Roy and Riza Observation Journal, ongoing, a prequel for “meridian”

Actual worst part of writing: editing! I’m so shy to ask for beta, so I usually take intervals to edit my own writing (you know what they say, you are your worst critic!). Then there’s also planning he he it takes so long, but it still changes over time. As tedious they may get sometimes, I still love these two processes of writing, it makes me more satisfied with my work.

How you choose your titles: a word or phrase that encapsulates the entire plot! 

Do you outline: Yes! Maybe I got used to studying too much 😆 Inspiration strikes at the most random of times (in class, in the shower, while taking care of my niece) and so I have to write it down asap before I forget! Sometimes I couldn’t write down everything my brain dictates. But I always leave some room for spontaneity. I usually outline the chapters, writing the main events that need to happen. Kind of like having a starting and finish line, but the route to reach “the end” is up to me while I write. I guess that’s one reason why people say my writing is fluid (because it literally just flows out of me!)

Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: I’m alright with any kind of idea that pops into my head! But if I sort them out, I think it would be portraying Roy as a real womanizer. yanumii told me that Roy was too squeaky clean in FMA:B compared to the manga, but too much of an asshole in FMA 2003. I’m tempted to add this trait to him,,,,,, or something just like it. It could be because he has always been impulsive? hmmmm this has always been at the far corners of my mind.

Callouts @ Me: Chill out dude. You don’t have to do things and finish things all at once. Your hobbies aren’t school, they don’t demand an inconsiderate deadline! Trust in the process because art takes time. As Professor Oak says, “There is a time for everything. But not now.”

Best writing traits: Characterization, descriptions, and unique plot, according to what most of my readers praise. But they all boil down to characterization haha, because I base every element of a story in the character’s personality and tendencies. I always analyze everything I read or watch (whether I like it or not LOL) and I find parallelisms between characters. Then I think, “What happens if they meet? How would they react? What would they say?”. I love exploring the characters and maximize what they can do, inspired by Hiromu Arakawa and Leigh Bardugo.

Spicy Tangential Opinion: Reviews can either make or break a story. It could enhance a story when a reader helps the writer see the big picture, because they tend to obsess with details and forget to take a step back and check if it all adds up. Although readers don’t always notice the connections writers make, they can always tell if writers rushed the plot or create inconsistent characterization. But the sad thing is, writers sometimes do it to address what the readers want. A lot of writers give in to review pressure, which drastically changes what they have planned for their story. I think it’s best to remember that the story belongs to the writer, and that we can’t please anyone, or that life doesn’t always please us. But all in all, I think it’s most important to know what you want and choose reviews that will enhance you, not break you down. 

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk 😆

I tag @jeanhaavoc​, @priscilla-dm , @megthemighty, @fullmetal-hellmouthchemist, @annespelledwithane, @thatisadamnfinecupofcoffee, @ymir-me​ , @borkthemork , @lilisky​, @by-nina​, and anyone else who would love to do this! No pressure tho it’s alright if you don’t!

[theloyaltyofthewolves]

tag info!

hi lovelies! i’ve gotten quite a few questions abt my tagging system (for those of u who don’t pay attention to that sort of thing/only use mobile, this is my tags page) over the last few days + i thought i’d try to condense all of your questions into a single post to make it nice and convenient. pls feel free to reach out if i missed smth!

1. what are your tags from and what do they mean?

individual tags: 

this is not your destruction bang chan

a tag for chan + the bravery + terror that must have accompanied his flight into stray kids. he has poured everything he has into them. they are his one shot, his only shot. his life, his blood, his greatest creation and sacrifice. this tag, which comes from nothing other than my brain, is a kind reminder to him that no matter how dark it gets, stray kids are an act of love and so will never be a mistake. 

learn to dance; it is your birthright 

a tag for minho. im a terrible person and can’t quite recall where or who i took it from, but i believe it was originally in french. minho came from nothing, built himself on nothing. the strength in his spine comes from suffering and endurance: living through all that life has thrown at you, getting up every single time it has knocked him down. and it has knocked him down over and over and over again. but each time, he gets back up. wipes the blood off his chin. dances. because he is owed this, this expression of love and life and control, one of the most fundamental parts of the human experience. minho dances because he is owed it, because he knows that it his right. 

 there is no sacrifice

my tag for changbin, from a longer piece by arianna reines. the original quote goes ‘there is no sacrifice. you have got to want to live. you have got to force yourself to want to.’ perhaps a little dark, but i believe it reflects the resolution with which changbin throws himself at life. there is no uncertainty in seo changbin. that’s why he’s stray kids’ anchor, their backbone. he’s uncompromising, devoted, resilient. 

 gutted and rising 

for hyunjin, my very favorite embodiment of the fragility of being human. once again, his tag is from a much longer quote by katie ford: don’t say it’s the beautiful i praise. i praise the human, gutted and rising. quite honestly, it is one of my favorite lines of literature in the entire world for how vulnerable and honest it is in its devotion to the human spirit. and that’s of course what i love so much about hyunjin. he is beautiful yes, but he also breakable and delicate and sensitive and irrational and ridiculous and dramatic and sweet and so unbelievably human. such a gentle soul who has seen some of the very worst that humanity has to offer, who has been beaten down and forced to kneel. who has grown tall enough and strong enough to push himself up off the floor and keep going, scarred and gutted and soft and rising.

 all you have is your fire

if uve spent a single second on this blog you will probably know that i have a serious love affair with what a walking contradiction han jisung is. he is so many impossibilities in so little physical form. fierce and shy and angry and brilliant and brave and scared and small and bright. han jisung is on fire all the time. it burns deep within him, burns him from the inside out. you can see it when he enters a room, walks on stage, opens his mouth. the core of him, all that he is, this burning burning burning energy, it flares around him, casts him in gold and red and orange. call it courage, call it fire, call it light, call it whatever you want. it is all that jisung has, just as it is all that small things have. 

 if there is a light im going to swallow it

this is for seungmin, and it comes from yet another one of my favorite pieces of literature. a poem called ‘blasphemies at the 5th street station’ by s. osborn and if there was ever a poem i would like you to read, it would be this one. seungmin’s particular tag comes from the final verse: ‘if there is a light, then i’m going to swallow it. if there is a god, then i’m going to eat him whole.’ appropriate for someone like seungmin who cannot be kept on his knees and who has always existed in a way that is uniquely his own. no authority, no god, no force of good or evil could bend seungmin to its will because he is simply not to be bound. 

 i have loved the stars too fondly

oh yongbokie. his tag fits him so well that it always makes me choke up just a little when i use it. it’s from a famous poem by sarah williams, most likely one that you have heard at least in passing. the poem details a message left by an astronomer on his deathbed to his pupil. “though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” which, to be honest, is so incredibly lee yongbok that i’m not sure i could clarify it any further. 

 as above so below 

jeongin’s tag comes from an age-old saying, one of those idioms that is so ancient, its originator has been long-forgotten. it is often attributed to religious or spiritual meanings, but i like it just find secular. at its essence, the quip describes the integral connection between everything small and big. the earth and the sun, the moon and the tides, the leaf and the cell wall. the way in which things that happen happen to all, no matter how big or small or young or old. befitting of the maknae, i think. an old quote for an old soul trapped in a young kid’s body. 

relationship tags:

and now the loyalty of the wolves

my very general ot8 tag, for moments when i see that little bit of more that filters through stray kids and their unrepentant love for one another. yet another reference to their growth: looking at where they are versus where they once were. stray dogs, nothing more than street hounds, scrappy and feral and dismissed. they did not belong, nor have they ever belonged. but they have grown. now, when they stand on stage, they fill it out. they draw attention and turn heads. they’re still outsiders, still outcasts, still unpolished and raw and untamed. but where once were mutts are now wolves. and now the wolves. and now the loyalty of the wolves.

i will carry you home in my teeth

i’ve mentioned this previously, but this is my tag specifically for chan and his boys. it comes from a mountain goats’ song. it embodies chan’s sacrifice and devotion to his kids, his family, his lifeblood. come hell or high water, chan’s going to get them to that finish line. 

do i look moderate to you?

this tag is from moderation, a trully excellent song by florence and the machine. ‘want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?’ what better pairing to fit this lyric than hyunjin and jisung? their love was born in violence and it has always been too much. the two of them have always been too much. too much anger, too much blood, too many teeth. the imprints of their fingers are pressed into each other’s chests. they have ripped each other apart, sewn each other back together. do i look moderate to you? do i look like someone who could be with you and not make you feel everything all at once? 

our fate cannot be taken from us

going back to the ancients, this is a quote from dante. ‘do not be afraid. our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.’ something about it has always screamed seungbin to me, something about the impossibility of their relationship. a friendship, a love, a brotherhood that should not exist and yet it does anyway, because they are too goddamn stubborn to let any force, supernatural or otherwise, make their choices for them. 

2. where do ur tags come from?

the very short answer to this question is: everywhere! movies, lyrics, poetry, tumblr posts. i have a pretty long and pretty comprehensive list of tiny pieces of writing that have stayed with me over the years. i look to it often for hope or writing advice or tattoo ideas.

3. can we see it? 

nope. a, it’s too long to conveniently post on tumblr. b, it’s organized categorically in a way that works for my brain, but is unlikely to work for others. c, a lot of it is personal and Not For All Eyes. however, if you do want quotes or inspiration, you are always welcome to ask. give me an idea of what you’re looking for, a mood or an experience, a moment or an emotion, and i’ll do my best. (i also have a secret writing inspiration blog that, were there to be enough interest, i may make publicly available) 

4. okay then, can we have at least a few recommendations for songs or other works that have inspired you?

it depends on what you’re looking for. what kind of feelings do you want to amass listening or reading to something? the end of the world? the free-fall of first love? bitter heartbreak? the insignificance of human kind? tell me what you want + i will do my best to get back to you.

[mrsrhys23]

My wish

Paring: Colt x Ellie / Drake x Riley

Warnings: None

Word: 1, 523

A/N:  I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to Pixelberry Studios. This is a part of @cxld-play and @bi-cookie​​​​​’s @choicesfebruarychallenge allenge​​​​​​​​​​​. The prompt is festival 

Permatag: @desiree---1986 @cordoniaqueensworld @itschoicesstuff @emilypowell001

RoD tags: @lovehugsandcandy @troublemakerinspace

 “Colt we are going to be late, unless you hurry up,” Ellie warned...again, biting at her thumb nail nervously and glance down at her watch. 

“We will be fine, “ Colt insisted from the ensuite bathroom. A moment later, he emerged holding his new jacket aloft. It had recently been his birthday and Ellie had thought he needed a new one, the old one was starting to get a bit tatty. 

She glared at him, then to her watch then back up to her boyfriend. They had  a total of fifteen minutes to get there but he didn't seem bothered by it and that was starting to piss her off. 

She stared daggers at him as he moved in front of the full length mirror in their hotel room, slipping on the jacket and admiring his reflection, running his hand through his jet black hair. 

“We’ll be fine.”

“We’re gonna be late, Colt, it's your fault,” she seethed. 

“I don't get why you’re so worried about it. It’s only some stupid festival. It’s not important.” 

Ellie and Colt had been in Cordonia for the last seven days. The country meant a lot to her since her mother was originally from there. Ellie had never actually been given a chance to visit before, she had always wanted to but didn't get the opportunity until now. 

Her mother used to tell her it was a beautiful place and it really was. It was like something out of a fairytale.  

The couple were attending The Lantern Lighting Festival in Valtoria  that evening and she was due to see some of her family there too. 

She was going to be seeing her cousin, who she hadn't seen since she was a child and his wife and daughter. 

Colt had a point that she shouldn't really be worrying about it but she was nervous. They had been staying in a hotel in Valtoria. Colt had another point when he said they’d be fine because it was only about ten minutes away from the estate, if that. 

She stared pointedly at her watch then at him, who simply sighed and turned to face her. 

“Come on then,” he said, doing up his jacket, Ellie had told him he should probably be wearing a suit but he refused, then moved to grab his phone, slipping it into his pocket, then they headed out and into the waiting SUV. 

Ellie wasnt surprised that Colt did not question it. She loved Colt endlessly but sometimes he didn't pay much attention to things. 

He looked at her oddly when she kept bouncing her leg up and down- if only he knew who her cousin was. 

The journey to the estate was fine. Yes, Ellie continuing to bounce her leg, rubbing her hands together and the humming was a little irritating but it was better than being continually dizzy while watching her pace around the hotel room. 

The pulled up outside the entrance, Ellie being captivated by the amount of people wearing beautiful, shiny gowns and the press swarming about. 

Ellie was about to open door but somebody beat her to it. She stepped out, smiling up at the man who had done so and thanked him. 

The sun was just starting to set, consequently engulfing the estate in a soft orange glow. Eliie loved the sunsets in Cordonia, they were amazing, all the shades of orange, yellows and reds mixing in together, it was just like her mum used to describe.

After Colt had climbed out too, they headed inside  being led to the  dining room, where her cousin had suggested that they meet because everywhere else was heaving with people, by a woman called Gladys.

She informed the couple that she would go and inform them that their guests had arrived and they were to just wait there for a few moments. 

“What is going on?” Colt asked.                    

Ellie looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, amongst all the chaos and adventures they had been going on she had forgotten to explain to him what was actually happening. 

“My mum had a brother, Jackson, he was in the king's guards. Anyway, he has a son, Drake, who is kind of a Duke now,” she explained, missing out a lot of details but she didn't have time to tell him everything. 

“Come again?” She shrugged, not waiting to explain it again. “Since when?” 

“Since an American called Riley came here, she was supposed to marry the king, Liam, Drake's best friend, that didn't happen, the king made her a Duchess and Drake married her, becoming a duke and they have a daughter, who is the heir to the throne,” she explained, rather hurriedly. 

“Are you making this up?” 

“No, I'm not making it up Colt. I know it sounds insane but so was us taking down The Brotherhood- things happen.” 

“Fair enough,” Colt shrugged, “When was the last time you saw this cousin of yours?” 

Ellie thought for a minute, “Probably when Jackson died. Nearly twenty years ago now, we’ve kept in touch since but we’ve haven't spoken for a while. I told him we were coming a few weeks ago and Drake invited us to come to the lantern lighting festival. Oh, did I mention the king will be here?” 

Colt shook his head, “No. No, you didn't.”

“Well he will be, with his wife, Madeline. Drake said she’s evil and we should avoid her so...She does sound spoiled from what I know about her. Her father also killed the former Queen,” Ellie mentioned.

“Alright,” Colt shrugged. She could tell he wasn't really interested in this. 

“My mum used to come to this when she was a kid. My dad  brought her back here and proposed to her during one of the festivals.” 

“I didn't know Detective Wheeler  was into romance,” Colt said, quirking a brow.

Ellie smiled, “Well, he loved her. He would’ve done anything to make her happy and coming back here did just that.” 

Colt smiled at her. His parents were never like that, they mainly made each other miserable. He really would’ve loved to meet her mum, maybe she wouldn't have been so against him dating her daughter.

Just then Drake walked in, followed by his wife, Riley, holding their two year old daughter, Jac, on her hip. 

“You’ve gotten taller,” Ellie mentioned, looking up at him. 

Drake hummed in response.

“Not gonna say hi?” 

“It's good to see you, Drake,” she smiled, pulling him into a hug. After the cousins had said their ‘hello’s’ they both turned to their partners. 

“Ellie, this is my wife, Riley and my daughter Jac,” Drake introduced. Riley stepped forward, shaking Ellie’s hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Riley said. 

“You too.” Ellie turned to Colt, stood by her side. “This is my boyfriend Colt.” 

The two men exchanged a handshake and ‘hello’ then he turned to Riley doing the same.  Drake looked down at his watch. 

“We better get outside,” he told his wife. 

Riley nodded and they headed through the estate and outside. While they were walking, Drake turned to Ellie, “How’s your dad?” 

Ellie shrugged, they had only just started to rekindle their relationship. “He’s alright. How’s Bianca and Sav?” 

“They’re okay,” Drake nodded, “Sav got married, had a son, Bartie.”

“Good. She deserved that after everything.” 

“Yeah.”

 They arrived outside, Drake and Riley greeted Liam and introduced Ellie and Colt to him. Ellie saw Drake let out a sigh of relief when Liam informed him Madeline was indisposed. 

Ellie had met Liam very, very briefly at Jackson's funeral, other than being the king now he hadn’t really changed. 

Liam took Jac when Drake and Riley went to go and speak to the press, to  a male and female reporter that Ellie had clocked were called Anna and Donnie. After they had finished their interview everyone walked down by the river and was all handed a lantern each. 

Colt and Ellie stood beside one another, Colt’s free arm wrapped securely around her waist. He leaned down, “What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked, nodding to the lantern. 

“Either make a wish or choose something you’d like to let go of,” She explained. 

“A wish?” She nodded. He leaned in closer to her, right next to her ear, “But I've already got everything I've ever wanted.”

Ellie turned in his embrace slightly, planting her lips against his. After she pulled back, he leaned his forehead against hers. “Then choose something to let go of.”

Colt nodded. He looked up at the lantern, catching sight of all the others littering the starry night sky and then let go. 

He looked down noticing that Ellie had not let go of hers yet. He quirked his brow, she smiled up at him and let the string slip out of her grasp, floating up to meet the others. 

“Which one did you choose?” Colt asked. 

“A wish,” she explained. 

“Which was?” 

“If I told you it wouldn't come true but I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna come true pretty soon.” 

“Sounds ominous.” 

“Just wait and see.”

[stories-by-rie]

10 20 questions tag

I was tagged both by @thewalkingnerdx and @writingonesdreams to answer their 10 questions, ask ten, and tag ten people. For the sake of laziness, I decided to answer both in one post!

Do you have a writing routine?

Mmm, sorta? I finish one draft/edit, and work on the next wip. Finish that edit/draft, next wip. And that goes on until I hopefully finish one!

Talk about the first story you’ve ever written!

I actually posted my first ever written stories here! (I was eight years or so ^^) But in regards of first serious attempts of novel writing, it would probably The Length of An Eternity, a lousy attempt at a historical/ fantasy romance. A young cruel king falls in love with a beautiful princess and she betrays her family for him, but at the end realizes what a horrible person he is and cheats on him with his best friend, which prompts the king to kill her. It had some really nice fluffy scenes though. From what I remember at least, I was like twelve or thirteen tops xD

Music on or music off?

Music on! I just started creating and posting writing centred playlists! You can find them here!

What is the aesthetic of your current Wip?

The Assassination of Keiko Ito is full of starlit night skies, black clothes, harebells, loneliness and probably blood.

Something you’re particularly proud of? (Could be a character arc, a scene, a plot twist, or all of that)

TAOKI’s magic system ^^ And how far I’ve come at working on it.

What is a genre you’d never touch?

I wouldn’t say never, but probably erotica.

A piece of media that inspired you a lot? (Could be a book, a movie, a TV show, a podcast, literally anything)

It’s animes. And all the childhood books. But mostly it’s been essays I had to write at school.

A writing rule you always follow?

I don’t really follow any rule, consciously… I just write however it feels right.

A writing rule you absolutely despise?

Kill off your darlings.

Finally, imagine you are a published author. You are at a convention, and a fan is praising your work. What are they telling you?

Oh wow. I hope they would say that TAOKI made them think? Like I would love it to eb one of those books you read and you don’t really know what the plot was a year later but the conflict and topic is still on your mind and it stays with you for years. If they said something like that. That would be cool. And if they praised my plot, characters and magic system too that would be heaven ^^

Night owl or morning bird for writing?

Night owl!

Tea/coffee/chocolate?

Tea!

What’s your go to movie, when you feel uninspired or tired, that you can always watch anytime and it always helps?

I don’t really watch movies… But I often rewatch Noragami when I am out of creative brains. Or Fulmetall Alchemist Brotherhood. Then I am always like “I want to create something that great as well!” and am motivated again ^^

After writing, do you feel like “I gotta show this to someone immediately” or “I will hide this until it’s finished and edited to perfection or until I feel ready”?

I would rather never show anything to anyone ever, that’s why I created my writeblr in the first place. So I would lose my perfectionism. It worked! Generally I post my short stories unedited. But with my novels, I could never do that x)

Where do you see yourself in 30 years as a writer?

Hopefully published? Maybe finished the TAOKI series?

What’s the meaning of writing success for you? Publishing, fame, or just for yourself and close ones?

I consider myself to be successful when someone is inspired by something I created. But I would still love to be published ^^

Do you have many people irl that you talk with about your writing/stories? Or do you find more of those online?

No, I would say I talk nearly only about it online.

How many % of your daily life to you spend thinking about wriring/ acutally writing or with other writing related activities?

Depends on the day… 40%?

AUs for your wips - yes or no? Why?

No, as I said yesterday, I am not creative enough for that xD

You find a review to your book from an enchanted fan that understood everything you wanted to convey in your story. What would it look like?

Aah… I feel that would include soooooo many spoilers! Such a cool question though!

My Questions:

Summarize your WIP very badly in 10 words or less!

If your WIP ever got adapted, what would you want it to be? Movie, Series, Comic....?

If there was an audiobook of your WIP, who would you want to voice it?

If you could jump back in time and give your past self writing related advice, what would it be?

Is there a philosophical question you like to work into your WIP(s)?

Why and how did you choose the title for your WIP?

Pantser or planner? Why?

Which of your OCs would you not want to meet at night in a dark alley?

Top 3 motivation factors for you to write?

What is something you like to read besides what your WIP belongs to? So if you wrote a novel, do you rather read fanfiction, poetry, short stories....?

and I tag, only if you want to do this of course: @aziz-writes @writingwithhotchocolate @jess---writes @the-great-teller-of-tales @voidcatharsis @musicofglassandwords @soul-write and whoever wants to! I am so bad at tagging people x.x

[choices-betch]

Lost on You (Mona x MC)

Chapter I: when the party’s over Description: It’s been 6 years since the Mercy Park Crew split and Lexi is about to graduate from law school. Despite her valiant attempts to move’s on, an unexpected event sends her reeling in the past. Pairing: Mona x MC (Lexi Padilla); OC X MC Chapter warnings: some NSFW content, light cursing  Notes: After the RoD ending I was NOT satisfied and needed to have some semblance of control and resolution with Mona lmao so here this is. I don’t know how many parts it will be; I’m estimating maybe 4? We’ll see where it takes me, but it’s gonna be angsty. Thank you to @pauclaws for the prompt that got the wheels turning! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters. Song accompaniment: when the party’s over - Billie Eilish Tags: @maxwellsquidsuit @scarlet-letter-a0114 @whoinvitedalx

Chapter I: when the party’s over

Lexi gathered her belongings after handing in her last final, sighing in relief as she headed out the door; finally this hellish semester was over, and with that, her final year of law school. Lost in thoughts of what cheap wine she could snag and curl up on the couch with that evening to ignore the world around her, she was startled when she ran into something hard. She looked up to a grinning face, stepping out of the way to avoid blocking other students exiting.

“I know I’m sexy but damn, girl,” the man joked with a wink, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. Lexi grinned at him sheepishly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry, Joel. Got distracted,” Lexi apologized, clearly embarrassed.

“My devilishly handsome features do tend to have that effect on people,” Joel responded with a wink, eliciting an eye roll from Lexi. “What are you off in a hurry for? Celebrating tonight?”

Lexi eyed him dubiously, shaking her head. “The most exciting part of my night will be deliberating between Zinfandel and Rosé.”

“Boooorriiiinng,” he chided, motioning for Lexi to walk with him. “Unacceptable. You just finished your last day ever of law school, girl! You’re coming with me and my friends to a club downtown.”

“Clubs aren’t really my thing,” Lexi responded with a cringe. On the rare occasion she went to one, she seemed to attract the people with the worst pick up lines, not to mention smells.

“It’s a gay club, trust,” Joel said dismissively, waving her off. “It’s gonna be fire.”

“I don’t have the money for that,” Lexi hesitated, her resolve crumbling.

“We’ll pre-game at my place.”

“I—“

“Nope!” Joel interrupted, “You’re coming. I’m not letting you rot alone on your couch in ratty ass grandma underwear when you could be gettin’ some ass. You’ve done nothing but throw yourself into school since I met you and I’ve had it! You’re coming with.”

Lexi barked out a laugh; he wasn’t wrong. They’d met on the first day of law school and for the last 2 years Joel had been trying to get Lexi out more, to help her relax...no such luck. Lexi finally relented, agreeing to go. After hashing out the details on where to meet, Lexi headed back to her studio in an effort to regain some energy for the night ahead. — Lexi shook her fingers through her hair as she doused it in hairspray in an attempt to secure her beach waves. She straightened up, staring at herself for an extended period of time before sighing. Lexi had thought getting a shoulder length cut a few months ago would make it easier to style, thus forcing her to do something with it, but clearly her hair was hopeless. A glimpse of a drawing in the background caught Lexi’s eye. The significance of this time of year wasn’t lost on her, as was the case with every year that passed. Six years later she still thought, what if...?

Despite Mona’s demand that Lexi forget about her and leave her alone, she couldn’t and wouldn’t. Lexi managed to figure out where Mona was being held (though found very little else) and wrote to her religiously...at first. But she never got a response, with one exception: her birthday. Every year she would get a hand drawn card, which she always treasured and had displayed in her room, but it was always followed by silence. That hurt worse than anything Mona had done. Just as Mona said - words meant nothing; it’s what you do that counts, and doing nothing said everything. Still, Lexi continued to write, less frequently as the years went by, and still, only a birthday card once a year.

She didn’t know why she couldn’t let go. It’d been a few months of passion followed by six years of absolutely nothing but those few and far between glimmers of hope that Mona had the same difficulty forgetting her. Still, those memories stayed with her as vivid as if they’d just happened. Sometimes, she could even swear she still felt Mona’s lips on her mouth, her neck…

Lexi snapped out of her thoughts, suddenly conscious of her fingers grazing her lips. She shook her head, gave her makeup and short black dress a once over one last time, then grabbed her belongings and headed to Joel’s.

She walked around the complex, glancing between her phone and the door numbers; surely she was missing an area, but after circling multiple times she was about to force Joel to come escort her.

“You look lost.” Lexi looked up in alarm, locking eyes with a woman gazing at her in amusement. “Sorry, I’ve just seen you circling around a few times. It was disorienting.”

“Why were you watching me for that long?” Lexi retorted, eyeing the woman cautiously and getting into a defensive stance. If this lady was some sort of serial killer, Lexi wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Whoa, calm down killer,” she joked, holding her hands up in defense. “I was smoking...a few times, actually. Social anxiety plus clubbing is not fun. Although you certainly look like you’re about to enjoy your evening.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lexi was growing frustrated, and she didn’t know why this random stranger was getting under her skin.

“I just meant you’re dressed to kill,” she clarified, scratching her neck. “Well, this went horribly awry. I only meant to offer to help you find what you’re looking for.”

Lexi relaxed slightly, eyeing the woman briefly before sighing.  She wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave the woman the unit she was looking for and the woman chuckled, looking around awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s uh...down this way. Joel’s one of my best friends; heading out with the gang to celebrate his release from the prison of law school,” she joked. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

The woman introduced herself as Jordan, a software engineer that had been friends with Joel since undergrad. Lexi observed Jordan’s physical appearance for the first time. She wasn’t particularly tall - maybe 5’6 at the most - but she had a solid build accentuated by her button down and chinos. Her caramel hair was pulled back in a tight bun, strong jawline more prominent as a result. Lexi silently appreciated the view, knowing from her behaviors over the years that’s all it would be. After finally making it to Joel’s apartment and being introduced to his group of friends, everyone did a few tequila shots before requesting a Lyft.

Lexi squinted slightly as she entered the dark club, disoriented from the pulsing neon lights. She adjusted the band on her wrist as she looked around, following the group toward the bar.

“What are you drinking?” Jordan asked, her hand gently touching Lexi’s lower back. Lexi looked at her, dazed for a moment; it’d been a long time since an innocent touch felt that intimate. Not since…

Lexi cleared her throat and forced a smile. “Whiskey, on the rocks. Make it a double.”

The rest of the night flew by in a drunken blur of dancing and too many random bodies touching. Jordan got increasingly close over the night, and Lexi didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if she was really that desperate for intimacy, but she found herself back in a Lyft, making out intensely on their way to Jordan’s apartment.  She didn’t know what she was doing. Sure, she found Jordan attractive and she definitely felt chemistry there, but there wasn’t anything special about this particular person. Why was she so torn, so desperate for this feeling? 

Somehow they made it to Jordan’s apartment, tangled limbs stumbling through the door and to the bedroom where they wasted no time undressing.

“I’m so glad I came out tonight,” Jordan said against Lexi’s lips as they fell on the bed. Lexi kissed her harder; she didn’t want to talk, just feel. As Jordan’s lips moved down her neck, Lexi closed her eyes, hands going to Jordan’s hair.

Lexi ran her hands through Mona’s hair then pulled her into a passionate kiss, Mona’s half naked body conforming to hers. Mona pulled away slowly then shoved Lexi back onto the bed, smirking as she kissed up her body.

“If I do get killed because of the stupid brotherhood, it might be worth it.”

Lexi blinked back to reality, Jordan halfway down her body by now.

“Is this okay?” Jordan asked, pausing at her underwear. Lexi paused, mind racing as her breathing increased.

Lexi looked down at Mona, perched between her legs with a teasing grin. “You really want me, don't you?” Mona ran her thumb gently down Lexi’s folds, wetness coating her thumb as Lexi twitched slightly. “I can tell.”

“God, yes,” Lexi breathed as Mona glanced up at her, gently sucking the juices off her thumb. Lexi’s breathing hitched, Mona silently urging her to continue. “I want you to kiss me everywhere…”

Lexi nodded, her underwear quickly being pulled off and thrown to the side. Her mind was racing, stuck between the past and the present as it always seemed to be.  Lexi gasped, her thoughts in the present for now at the shock of the intense feelings coursing through her body.

Lexi gripped her pillow, reaching down to grasp Mona’s hair in her hand as Mona’s tongue continued gliding against her.

“Mona, don’t stop...I’m...I’m gonna…”

Lexi’s eyes flew open as her climax overcame her, her legs trembling with every wave of pleasure. As Jordan kissed back up her body, Lexi flipped over quickly, silently and quickly making her way down Jordan’s body.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” Jordan joked breathily.

Lexi didn’t respond, continuing her way down, maintaining every effort to distract herself from the flashbacks she was having; to help her forget. The rest of the night went by in a blur, and next thing she knew she was staring at the clock on the bedside table. Lexi glanced to her right, Jordan sleeping deeply, then scanned the room for her clothes. She slowly got out of the bed, quietly grabbing her belongings before exiting the room. She hurriedly got dressed and requested a Lyft home before making her way out the door, closing it quietly behind her. — Lexi walked into her studio on autopilot and stood just past her doorway, dropping her keys and bag on the floor and staring blankly ahead. After a long moment she snapped out of it, closing the door behind her. She quickly began stripping and walked to the bathroom, her clothing leaving a trail behind her. She turned on the shower hastily, stepping in and under the water without waiting for it to warm. Squeezing a glob of soap onto her loofa, she began scrubbing her body roughly, furiously trying to clean off every touch, bite, lick on her skin; any trace of intimacy left on her body.

She’d been with men over the years, even casually dated a few, but ultimately something never fully clicked; they always felt more like friends. While she found plenty of women attractive over the years, something - someone - kept her from fully pursuing anything. For the first time tonight, she’d felt something since Mona. Perhaps she’d always thought nothing would compare - which she was still right about - but what she hadn’t prepared for was the emotional toll it took after the fact, and why: she didn’t want a connection like that with anyone else.

She paused her scrubbing, eyes stinging and breathing hitched slightly. The tears came quickly and freely, a mixture of anger, guilt and heartbreak. Why? Why did someone have to matter to her when nothing was ever meant to come of it? Why Mona, who clearly wasn’t bothered one way or the other? Why did she have to be so damn persistent instead of listening for once?

She slid down the shower wall, a sob escaping her mouth, allowing the water to beat down on her until it ran cold. Lexi finally calmed herself, standing to rinse her face before turning off the water. She dried herself off and threw on some bed clothes before making her way to her desk. Pulling out a piece of paper, she began to write.

She wrote about her anger, guilt, sadness, resentment; the difficulty she had enjoying any milestone or accomplishments in her life without thinking of Mona or wishing she were there, but most of all her seeming inability to meet anyone without comparing them to her. And they never compared. Lexi hastily scribbled the facility’s address on an envelope, stamped it, then walked to the corner to mail it before she could change her mind. Maybe this was what she needed to finally move on. Lexi walked back to her studio and headed to bed, curling her comforter closely around her as she drifted into a restless sleep. — 2 weeks later

Mona shoved her hands in her pockets as she approached her destination, having gotten dropped off a few blocks down the road to avoid traffic back up. She scanned her surroundings, glancing down at her phone for clarification of where she was headed, then continued on the path. After a few too many turns (and even more curse words), Mona finally made it to her destination, careful to do her best to blend into the background. Announcements had already begun, and Mona scanned the rows of chairs at the front for any sign of familiarity. After searching a few times, Mona’s sight focused on a familiar profile with much-shorter-than-she’d-remembered dark hair beneath a cap. She smirked; sexy.

Just then, the girl looked back, seemingly straight at Mona. Mona panicked, ducking behind other attendees as she moved farther out of view. She caught sight of the girl again, seeing her frown and look around for a few moments before turning to a man next to her.

Mona’s thumb grazed the edges of the folded letter she’d received just as she was about to be released. Perhaps it wasn’t a direct invitation, but there was certainly enough information for Mona to figure it out. Still, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and it kept Mona protected; in control.  Mona stuck around until she saw what she came for, then headed out for her next mission. —

Lexi enjoyed brunch with a few classmates and her dad after the ceremony then headed home for a much needed nap. As she got close to her doorway she took off her heels, sighing in relief as she tiptoed toward her door, her dad chastising her for not waiting until she was inside. She stopped short at the sight of a small package left at her doorstep. Her dad put a hand out to keep her in place, slowly moving forward to inspect the package. After he deemed it safe, he picked it up and handed it to her. Lexi examined all the edges curiously, shaking it gently. She flipped the tag and her knees buckled slightly at the recognition of the handwriting and the message.

Congrats, gorgeous. Always said you were a nerd. xx

“Lexi?” he questioned, concern etched on his face as he reached out to steady her. “Are you okay?”

She stared at the tag for another long moment, mentally telling herself to get it together with a shaky breath before turning the tag over and forcing a smile.

“Yeah, Dad. I’m fine. Let’s go inside.”

[mojave-musing]

Fallout oc interview

I saw @tarberrymentats do this and I want to do it too cause I have no impulse control

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

1. What is your name?

”Audrey Harper.” Audrey pauses, “My married name was Anderson, but I’ve dropped that since coming from the vault.”

2. How old are you?

“30 when I went into the vault. I guess officially you have to add two hundred so years”

3. What do you look like?

“Blue-Green eyes, dark hair. I have a break in my nose that didn’t heal right, I got it from a scrap in grade school; but my glasses usually cover that up.”

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now?

“I was born in New York, raised in Boston my whole life. Now I’m living in the middle of Fenway park.” Audrey smiles. “Right next third base.”

5. What was your childhood like?

“It was alright.” Audrey shrugges her shoulders. “My family was well off, but it was easy even at a young age to see what the world was coming to. Mom and Dad took very good care of me though, I wanted for nothing.”

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

“The Minutemen took me in as soon as I can out of the vault, gave me firm standing in this new world.” Audrey glances away for a moment, “I—uh—I also have worked with the Railroad a few times. Trying to track Kellogg.”

7. Tell me about your best friend.

“Kerry Long would be my best friend.” Audrey smiles, “She’s the one who found me up at the vault entrance and she taught me how to use a pistol. Kerry is a very strong woman, I have got to say I admire her.”

((Kerry Long belongs to @abstract-apocalypse ))

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

Audrey tenses, clamming up.

“I—I have a son out there somewhere.”

9. What about a partner or partners?

“Not anyone at the moment.” Audrey blushes. “There is hope for the future, though.”

10. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

“I have met a knight or two that were patrolling with the Minutemen.” Audrey frowns, “I can’t say I’ve very fond of them. They are extremely rude to Nick.”

11. Who are your enemies, and why?

“The Institute. But they are everyone’s enemy.”

12. What about The Enclave?

“The Who?”

13. How do you feel about Super Mutants?

“They are something I’m not fond of running into. I’ve never run faster than when a suicider was after me.”

14. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

“Nope. Don’t want to.”

15. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

“When I was in Sanctuary a group of raiders decided to attack a fully fortified settlement. I didn’t do any fighting myself but it was so impressive watching the Minutemen fighting.”

16. Do you like fighting?

Audrey frowns, “Not really. I don’t feel cut out for it.”

17. What’s your weapon of choice?

“I use a pipe pistol Kerry gave to me. It’s not much but it can stop a raider.”

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

“A partial college education doesn’t really do me much good in the wasteland, but I feel like it’s given me enough smarts to get by.” Audrey shrugs, “I feel like I get lucky most of the time.”

((S3 P6 E5 C7 I8 A6 L9))

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

“Yes...,” Audrey trails off. “I’m not very fond of them. Brings back bad memories.”

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

“Rad-X and Rad-a-way are pretty effective. Mostly I just stick to Diamond City so I don’t have to worry about it too much.”

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

“They usually are the same as they were before, but I still love dogs.”

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

“Radroaches. They were terrible when they were small and even worse now that they are big.”

23. How do you feel about robots?

Audrey smiles, “I like them. Some have quite the personalities.”

24. How many caps do you have on you right now?

“Uh,” Audrey pulls some out of her pocket and counts them out. “Ten.”

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

“I was actually fond of Sunset before the war. My family had travelled out west once and it was my favorite drink. Didn’t have it back East and Nuka Wild doesn’t come close.”

26. Do you do chems?

“Nope.”

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

“Sometimes.” Audrey smiles fondly. “It had it’s problems and I know it was doomed but it’s hard not to miss it.”

“The little things like having ice cream on a hot day, getting dressed up to go on a movie date. Just the little mundane things.”

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

“There are a lot of things I regret. I wish I would have confronted my husband about his cheating. I wish I wouldn’t have stopped school to be with him.” Audrey sighs, “Nothing I can do about it now though. I can only move forward.”

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

“Is surviving an achievement?” Audrey smiles. “For a pre-war housewife, who just had a baby and is out of shape, I am fairing better than I ever thought I would.

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

“I want my son...,” Audrey frowns. “Or at the very least answers. I want to maybe settle down with someone... be at peace after all of this.”

[flowerpowell]

Offer They Can’t Refuse (a RoD self-insert fanfic)

A/N: Well, well, well! Look at this, Blanca has written a RoD fanfic that is not angsty! Who would’ve thought! I’m kidding. Anyway, here’s my third self-insert fanfic (I really like doing these and I want to make them for all books so lemme know which book you’d want to see!). If youve read my previous ones you know how it works, basically, YOU are trasported into a book and YOU are there as your MC. I hope you’ll like it! Characters belong to Pixelberry. 

!!!ALSO IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!!! I started writing this when I finished playing RoD finale and there was no info about the second book so I was devastated and decided to write this as my coping mechanism. I know we’re getting book two so treat it as a joke. Feedback is much appreciated!!

Rating: G

Word count: A bit more than 1000

“Ellie! Ellie!” You hear your father’s voice and slowly open your eyes. He’s standing above you and smiles softly. 

“Mmm?” You murmur, still barely registering what is happening.

“It’s time to hit the road if you want to make it to Langston.” He’s still smiling but you can see the sadness in his eyes. And only then do you realize where you are.

This is another dream! You’re in Ride or Die this time and it seems like you’ve made into the finale. You sit up abruptly as a great idea comes to your mind. You can save this book!

“Right, I gotta go!” You tell your father, putting on your shoes and looking for your bags. You don’t know how long this dream will last so you have to move fast. 

“Ellie...” your father starts but you’re already in your car, starting it. 

“I’ll call you when I’m there, I promise I’ll be safe. I love you!!” you say and your father nods and gives you a smile. You slowly start driving off and after a few moments you realize something important. 

Oh yes.

You don’t have a driver's license. Maybe Ellie does, but you certainly don’t and your eyes widen in horror as you realize you’re on the road... and have no clue what to do.

Oh my gosh, why didn’t I just take un Uber?? 

You stop on the roadside and quickly order an uber to pick you up. Fortunately, your uber comes soon and you’re giving him directions as he becomes more and more confused.

“Umm, so you want me to take you to the prison?” he asks for you to confirm.

“Yup! And hurry up, please! I have a book to save.”

He shakes his head but doesn’t ask any more questions. It’s already getting dark when you’re at your destination, looking at the building where Jason and the rest of the caught Brotherhood members are staying. You’re not sure if what you’re just about to do is stupid or extremely stupid but PixelBerry didn’t give you too much choice. Ending Ride or Die on such an angsty note was unfair and you need to fix it and make book two happen. 

You wait until it’s dark and thanks to the laws of lucid dreams, you manage to sneak past the guards and with various tools you start breaking the wall of the cell that belongs to Jason. He stands up confused and walks to the window and his eyes widen in shock seeing you with a hammer, a chainsaw, a file, and other weird tool you’d normally wouldn’t find in an eigthteen-year old’s backpack.

“What--are you doing?!” He asks, looking around for guards, not sure if what he sees is real.

“I’m setting you free,” you answer calmly, not stopping your work. 

Just a little bit more...

“But why? You hated me! I hurt you and your friends! You were happy when I was imprisoned! What...Why...”

“It’s nothing personal, Shaw. I just desperately need RoD book 2 so I need to create some content.”

“What the---what are you talking about? Are you mad?”

You sigh.

“I have priorities. And right now, book two of RoD is my number one concern. So shut up and cooperate because I don’t know when I’ll wake up and I still need to find Logan, Colt, Mona, Toby, and Ximena. I also need to check if Teppei is really dead because that would be a great plot twist.”

“You’re mad. You’re really mad. I’ve never thought I’d be scared of someone but here we are. You’re scary,” you hear him mutter as you roll your eyes.

“I’m a genius, Shaw. With you fleeing, Teppei alive and maybe Toby being shady, there’s a chance for book two. Listen,” you look him in the eyes and see pure fear in his, “I’m desperate. I need book two. I need Colt. And I’m not going to let PixelBerry wrap this up so nicely. I’m gonna ruin this for them so they have to make us fix it in book two.”

“Okay, done!” You smile at Jason who’s sitting on the floor, curled, his knees touching his face, looking at you as if you went crazy. Well, you probably did. 

“You can go now, see you in book two. I need to contact my friends now.” 

He shakes his head and slowly gets out, surprised at the lack of guards. He glances at you, not sure how to proceed but you only nod and wave at him to go. 

You take out your phone and start typing a message to Mona, Logan, and Colt: "MAYDAY MAYDY HELP SOS I'M IN DANGER"

After a while, one by one, your friends reply back and you smile at how your plan comes together:

Mona: "I'm waiting for a surgery you after I got shot for you, idiot! What makes you think I'll come to your rescue again??”

Mona: "...."

Mona: "Aww, hell, just wait there for me."

Logan: "Are you okay? What's happening? I'll be there in a few, hang in there!!!"

Colt: "I literally just left the town... Did you seriously put yourself in danger again? This better be worth it."

You hum while walking out of the prison area to meet up with your friends. You see the lights of Colt’s motorcycle and the lights of Logan’s car. You wave at them and see Colt’s worried expression and Logan running up to you in haste. 

Okay.... and now what?

Before you, or any of them can say anything, you see an ambulance pulling over and Mona getting off it, limping.

“Did you...steal the ambulance?!” You ask confused and see similar emotions on Colt’s and Logan’s faces. 

“You said it was urgent? What is happening?” Mona asks and you gulp.

“Jason escaped.” You say quickly, studying their faces. “I don’t know how it happened, I thought the security system here was good but apparently not. Now we’re all in danger. He said he wants revenge when he was leaving.”

“Wait, you talked to him?” Colt asked and you swallow hard before speaking.

“Umm.. he cried out these words when he was running away!” Yes, that sounds believeable. “Scary guy.”

“Wait, what are you even doing here?” this time it is Logan who asks.

“What is it? An interrogation?! I was passing through, on my way to uni and Jason was just fleeing, okay?”

“And where’s your car?” Colt keeps asking.

“I took an Uber.”

“You were passing through... in an Uber... on your way to Langston. Which is in a totally different direction?” Mona looks at you suspiciously.

“I-I--” you stammer as all three of they eye you up but before you can say a word more, one of the guards comes closer with his gun aiming at you.

“Stay back! You’re under arrest for helping a criminal!”

“YOU DID THAT?!” Colt yells and you only smile nervously.

“I needed an excuse for more diamond scenes with you! It is all your fault!”

“What the-- what are you talking about? What diamonds?”

You want to come closer to him but the guard yells something and shoots right at you. You can only hear Mona’s frantic screams, something like “I’m not taking another bullet for her, Colt, it’s your turn now,” before everything fades to black.

You wake up abruptly in the morning, puzzled expression turning into satisfied smirk on your face as you realize it wasn’t a bullet that hit your chest, but your phone. You take it and start typing an email to Pixelberry:

Dear Pixelberry,

Jason Shaw has fled. He’s out there in the town and we need to stop him. We hope to do so in book two of Ride or Die: a Bad Boy Romance. If not, he’ll ruin everything. 

PS. Mona is out there too, she ran away from the hospital before her surgery so ummm... can we please have the book soon? I don’t want her to die or something.

Sincerely,

ME! the players. 

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