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I love you paladins I love you knights I love you sword and shield brawlers I love you intimate healing I love you warriors with a code I love you unbearable weight of expectations I love you longing for the quiet life you gave up so others may have it I love you fighting to the last breath I love you doing the right thing I love you doing the wrong thing and spending the rest of your days dealing with the consequences I love you hubris I love you god complex I love you plate armor

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Hear y'all like rats.

You can get your rat ass prints also:

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To avoid deer strikes, Finland is painting deer antlers with reflective paint.

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Would you like to buy his wares?

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Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost(1999).

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Interlude: Radio towers?

@typosandtea ooh okay so this is actually one I'm VERY excited to finish... A bit more "high concept" than most of my previous fics, it's going to juxtapose three different instances of radio towers and responding to distress beacons in the story between Nora and Danse. It's all about the signals everyone is putting out and who those signals reach! Literal radio towers, literal distress signals, and metaphorical ones of each, too. This fic has been waffling between being just an "interlude" between multi-chapter sections of Public Works and a full-blown three chapter fic, and I still can't decide which way to push it 😅

A wip snippet for your reading pleasure, takes place about midway through and shouldn't need much context other than (obviously) there is a developing relationship between Danse and General Nora. Enjoy!

Haylen was checking on the radio tower at the top of the police station when she heard it. She looked towards Knight Chan, in case it was her, but the Knight was on the opposite side of the roof, watching out towards the street.  It was a strange sound, coming from the Commonwealth wasteland: laughter.  Not necessarily a good sound, given the insane number of trigger-happy, murderous psychopaths in the Commonwealth, but this was deep, full, good-natured laughter— between two voices she recognized. She looked off the back edge of the roof to see Paladin Danse and the Minuteman General, Nora, walking towards the station about a block away. Haylen couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but Nora was gesturing wildly, telling some story and smiling, and the Paladin was laughing. Laughing.  Haylen almost laughed herself, it was such a strange sight. She wasn’t sure she had ever heard Paladin Danse laugh, but if she had it was definitely not like that. He looked so foreign as she watched: Danse smiling fondly down at Nora, Nora sneaking grinning looks up at him as she finished her story. They stopped a ways outside the station perimeter, in the little alley around the corner from anyone else’s line of sight. The pair were talking more quietly now, but Nora gestured back into the street in the opposite direction like they were about to part ways.  A moment later she grabbed the bars across the chest of Danse’s power armor, pulled him down towards her, and stepped up onto his armored toes, saying something very quietly while looking the Paladin in the eye. After a moment there, faces so close, Nora leaned over the buttressing on the front of his armor and kissed him. Haylen’s jaw dropped and a huge grin spread across her face. She stood frozen, eyes wide as the pair kissed, a blush rising on her cheeks though she couldn’t bring herself to look away. The Paladin’s gauntleted hands went to Nora’s back and pulled her in tighter, Nora’s tricorn hat almost falling off as she caught it against the back of her head with one hand. Danse straightened and lifted Nora off her feet. Damn, she would have to congratulate the Paladin when he got into the station.

Hope you like it! Thank you for the ask! <3

Original post/prompts here: https://www.tumblr.com/a-mere-bog-witch/787287554455224320/wip-ask-game

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FASCINATED by Fo4 deadwife came back wrong

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A cannon as possible fic sparked by the fact the in cannon even the most good aligned sole does some pretty messed up things.. what would that look like to someone who doesnt have the context?

Heres the summary:

"Nora come back wrong".. she didnt really, just that she hasn't changed while Nate has adapted to the wasteland. Nora has no context for his good aligned actions so sees them as despicable. sees the world as a cruel and awful place since shes had no time to adjust..

Both Nate and Nora live, but Nate doesnt figure out that Nora isnt dead in cryo till after the events of fo4 .. Nora's first moments in this world are at the castle's clinic.

Some partialy written dialog below the cut!

Nora (aghast): have you gone mad??

Nate(frustrated that nora doesnt get it): Look around! the whole worlds gone mad nora!! nothing is the same anymore I- .. we've had to change to survive, everyone out here is fighting to live every day!

Nora: and why do you think that is nate!! fighting only leads to more war, And no, I don't think you've really changed at all nate, you're still the same tool of a man the military forged, a 'war hero' who solves his problems by blowing them up!" Nora spat with more venom that nate remembered these arguments ever having.

Nate(desperate): "listen to me nora" nate pleaded "you cant reason with the monsters out there, they kill without discretion, because they can!"

noras eyes were narrowed practically to slits "Is that what you called our son, a monster?" she takes a shaky breath "funny how its still 'us and them' after all these years, I though you would have learnt the consequences the first time" Nora snarls coldly

Nate: "No Nora please I'm not talking about people — "

nora: "PEOPLE?? so your enemies dont even qualify as human to you anymore what the hell is -"

"LISTEN TO ME" Nate roars having lost patience "the radiation and the institute has done awful things to people and animals out there, they are quite literally not people anymore -"

hancock, from the doorway: "careful what line you tread there sunshine .. "

nate: "Feral, mirelurks, supermutants, and god damn deathclaws among other things are all over the commonwealth, and they kill and eat inocent people all the time, our whole mission is to protect people from monsters like them and raiders! "

Nora: "…. And what about these raiders? are they even people to you either? do you strike them down without even trying to talk? " accusing

nate: "its not like that! they attack first!" defensive, arms rasied in exasperation.

Nora: "what was it you told me after anchorage? that you wished you were allowed to try to talk to the reds? that you wished you could be anywhere that wasn't killing on command? well guess what you bastard, who's orders are you on now? who's keeping diplomacy out of your bloodied hands this time?" she practically spat,

nora's eyes were a-flame like he had forgotten they could be, how he had missed her firey passion for its warmth, her strength, but right now she was a raging inferno of justice, and he couldn't even look at her .. he'd fallen in love with her righteousness all those years ago and now it would be their undoing he fears, he just needs her to see

Nate takes a breath,"we -I fight raiders because thats what needs to be done, we have lost so many good people to them, more than half arent even fighters they just tried to stop them from taking their only food or their family." he murmurs "you should talk to the abernathys, they well know the consiquences of trying to talk raiders down.." He still cant look her in the eye, had he ever tried to talk raiders down? work somthing out, hell even ask why they were raiding at all? nate cant recall any time like that..

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Ippei Tsujio’s Fresh Batch of Wrapping Paper Transforms Gifts Into Perfectly Baked Loaves

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happy pride month once again, here’s a redraw of this iconic medieval art

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(gripping the skink with both hands, pale and feverish, sweating and shaking as I look at myself in the mirror) “killing a character is a valid writing choice that can be a crucial plot mechanic and lend beauty and depth to the story as a whole” (wretches up blood into the sink) “even when it’s my favorite character”

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WIP ask game

Tagged by @typosandtea!! thank you <3

the rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

My titles are decidedly... nondescriptive. I have a naming system for Public Works that's just place names where the important parts happen, and then the interludes are other stuff between! I'm removing numbers here that would show the order things would be in but almost all will eventually belong to the Public Works series!

Boston Public Library

The Glowing Sea

Interlude: Massage

Interlude: Radio Towers

National Guard Training Yard

Post-Public Works

Reprise: Alt?

Reprise: Ch 7

Unassigned Bits

plus approximately five documents that are like "timeline" or "timeline revamp" or "version:old" but I don't even know if I know NINE writers on here! So no pressure tags:

@newvegascowboy, @theggning, @dreadpiratesilas, @poppy-stardew, @mayihavethisdanse, @fablewritesnonsense, @luminousbluebells, @thebexfiles, @jassmarie19

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George Montbard (1841-1905), 'The Fairy Oak', ''The Illustrated London News'', Christmas Number, 1881 etched by William James Palmer

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Happy 10th birthday to the best tweet of all time.

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All it ever does is rain, Christophe Jarcot

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Terrariums

Available as stickers, prints, etc. on Redbubble

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"writing is not that serious," I say, "I am doing this for fun, it is my fun hobby, and Writers Online could really stand to be a lot less precious about it." then I turn around and say "for this fanfiction of a children's video game I am trying to do some Kazuo Ishiguro shit"