#radbeetle writes

[riddley-art]

"I'm here! No need for spankings… I'm…here!"

"That was when Cooper registered just what Lucy MacLane was wearing and very nearly dropped everything he was carrying—his eyes going as wide as dinner plates, every last drop of poisoned blood in his body rushing violently south of his belt." - Mine by Storygirl82, Chapter 10: Nightie.

Thanks to @story-girl-82 for writing this fantastic fanfic and allowing me to make this fan art. It was the first fic I read about this couple, which immediately made me a massive fan of them.

I wanted to do one of my favorite moments from the fic, and this one would be fun to try. Also, I know it's not a Nightie she is wearing, but you have to work with what you got from the game.

(Please click on it for better quality)

Link to Fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55237795/chapters/140111845

Mod Credits:

Tumbajamba's Minutemen Scout Outfit by: tumbajamba

VaultGirl2077 Recreations - Fallout TV Show Preset Replacer by: xMakeDamnSurex

Cooper Howard Billboard ( TV show) by MrBloodjack

Dave's Poses by: davethedrunk

Male Eye Candy Poses by: radbeetle

[sassenashsworld]

Merry christmas to all my mutuals, followers and artist I follow

I hope you a magic day who will remember you are love and someone care for you

@atombonniebaby @badastronaut27 @commonwealthcass @derinthescarletpescatarian @exogeist @falloutconfessions @fo4companionsreact @fallout-4-reactions @fallout4reacts @i-am-a-fish @incorrectskyrimquotes @incorrectfallout-4quotes @incorrectfallout4-blog @ilovethecompanions @memepipboy @purrpletartan @paladin-danse @paladin-bitch @quite-likely-valentine @queen-of-the-danse @rinasai @radbeetle @shubbabang @sillyandquiteawkward @tench @tunnelsnakesfool @unnamedrone @valencock @voidthewanderer @willinglyghoulified @xxadvictoriamxx @youcantfucknickvalentine @zirawrites and everyone in this world who live, love, write, draw, cry, yell, feel, be

I don't know all your name by heart but be sure I appreciate and enjoy that you exist

If you see this, know it's for you too

[twosides--samecoin]

I WIP and live to tell the tale!

as tagged by @incognito-insomniac and tagging @vault-heck @some27-url @anonymouscosmos @edaworks @atomitron @ghoulschooldropout @khazrablood @wishing4nuclearwinter @radbeetle @nightingaelic @drawinglinestoconstellations @fallout-art-for-haunting @velvet-verve @winterpaladin-ao3 @radbeetle @just-another-wasteland-merc @danses-with-dogmeat if you feel like posting art/writing/mod WIPs! It's been a minute since I've done this so, hi hello how's everyone doing? I was going to tag @adventuresofmeghatron but I got an AO3 email while typing this so congrats on release my dear xD

Chapter 8 is underway, we have one last breather before things get a little hairy again. Hopefully I can pull it together and get it released by next weekend. I allow RJ and Olivia hang out like "normal people", whatever that means.. when it's been a whole lot of messed up and not very normal for either of these two poor ADHD kids. Read about them here!

I am getting used to getting up at 5 AM and working 6 day weeks :') I am a night owl and my executive function is getting rocked pretty hard, so I didn't get a fraction of the art or writing I wanted done this month. I've missed a lot of tags lately and it's not me ignoring, it's that can't-do-anything-with-my-free-time-I'm-so-tired kind of exhaustion. I'm sorry y'all I am just hanging on latelyyyy

“Hey, no, Dogmeat-” Olivia said, hissing a whisper towards him.

Kid, you would not believe-

“No, come back, fuck-”

She saw a green sleeve emerge from the other side of the sign, reaching for Dogmeat’s ears. 

A way-too casual greeting between friends for Olivia's burning anxiety.

“Hey, man. How’ve you been?”

Great, listen. Lady’s trying it again. 

RJ turned the corner and witnessed an invisibility field flow across a ginger braid as it whipped around the other corner of the old fuel price sign. Gone in less than a second.

He chuckled and thought of the mountains and could almost feel the colder winds and the smell of pine outside the cabin.

Just like old times. “Back to hide-and-stealth, huh?”

[radbeetle]

falloutober 20 - Radio

(remember that time i accidentally turned nick into a radio? because that’s literally all i could think about when I saw today’s prompt)

"... is that - do you hear that music?" Kate frowned, straightening up and looking around.

There was no radio. Why would there be, out in the ruined streets.

But she was certain she could hear a tune in the air.

Nick stopped, several paces behind her. "I thought that was your pip-boy. It's been goin' for a bit now."

"Mm-mmm. Nope. Look -" Katherine stepped closer, holding up her pip-boy so the detective could see the screen - the device wasn't tuned to any known station. The radio module wasn't even turned on.

She stopped before she could finish her thought, though, and straightened up. The confusion on her face deepened. "Wait. I can - hold on. Yeah. It's clearer?" An observation, and a question. Kate was certain she heard it, and now that she was focused on it, she was sure she knew where it was coming from - as little sense as that location made.

She leaned in and placed a hand on Nick's shoulder and pressed her ear against his chest.

"...You're kidding, right?" To say that Valentine was skeptical would have been putting it lightly.

It did sound awful close by, though...

"Oh my god. It totally is."

"Is what?"

"Is you!" Kate only just barely managed to stifle her laughter. "I didn't know you could do that!"

"Neither did I." was Nick's bemused response. "How on earth...?"

Kate shook her head. "Woke up with your wires crossed, maybe?" She had quite the grin on her face. "Oh that's too funny. Hey, if we head over towards Goodneighbor, think we can pick up Kent's Silver Shroud broadcasts?"

She laughed as Nick gave her a playful nudge away from his chest.

"Oh no, Diamond City Radio's bad enough. Don't saddle me with playing back your radio shows."

"Aw, I'm just teasing, sorry." She tilted her head a bit. "Where IS that coming from, though?"

"If it doesn't stop soon, you're gonna have to figure that out."

[fallout-ghoul]

OKAY FINALLY HERE IT IS @radbeetle 

#20:  “I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me”

Dr Li’s voice cut off with a crackle of the intercom, leaving an ominous silence behind as the two companions stared at each other. There was a look in her eyes, a calculating, resigned thing that had fear shooting through his body, chest tightening and stomach dropping as dread pooled there. Pressing her lips together in a thin line Cat turned away from him and moved to step into the chamber, Lyons letting out a soft noise at his side that mirrored his own sharp inhale once they realised what, exactly, their lone wanderer meant to do.

“Cat, wait a minute, stop. Cat!” She kept moving and Charon, frantic, reached out to grab her arm, pulling her towards him. “Catherine, please, don’t do this. Don’t go in there, we’ll find another way.” Looking up at him she blinked in surprise, stunned at his use of her full name, something that seemed so insignificant yet held so much power; it occurred belatedly to the ghoul that he’d never used it before. “There has to be another way.”

He hated how desperate, how pleading, he sounded, but he couldn't watch her go in there; Charon had seen what that level of radiation had done to her father, and the thought of losing Cat wasn't one he was willing to entertain.

A light pressure on his arm wrenched him back to the present, her lovely hazel eyes staring up at  him with a soft, unreadable expression. “Charon,” she said, his name sweet on her lips, “one of us has to do this, and I can’t lose you like I lost my dad. That would destroy me, Charon. This is my job, I'm the only one.”

“But, I—“

“No!” She cuts him off abruptly, eyes fierce and sharp as her tone. “Charon, you don’t understand, there is no other way; I have to do this.”

His grip on her arm tightened. “Cath, please, just let me—I could take it. I can’t let you do this; I’ll protect you no, no matter what...even if it kills me.”

Her answering smile was sad as she reached up to stroke the side of his ruined face. “Oh, Charon...don’t you know I feel the same?” With a heavy sigh she shook her head, glancing back towards the panel before turning and pulling him down for a fierce kiss. “I'm sorry, Charon,” she breathed against his lips, “there’s no other way. Please, forgive me...I love you.”

I love you. The words stunned him, heart skipping a beat and breath catching, mind going blank save for those three words, repeated over and over in her soft voice. Charon had never dared imagine those words would be directed at him and for a long moment, he was overcome with emotion he rarely allowed himself to indulge in—pure, undiluted feeling, love returned hundredfold to the beautiful woman who’d given his life meaning again.

He was distracted for a moment too long; small hands forcefully shoved him backwards, the ghoul stumbling uncharacteristically and snapping out of his stupor in time to see the purifier doors close, Cat’s back to him as she stepped resolutely towards the control panel.

“No!” The word cut through the air as he surged towards the door, banging uselessly on glass he knew wouldn't break; Cat’s shoulders tensed but she kept moving, her hand shaking as she typed in the code. “Cat, open the door!”

Alarms blare as radiation levels quickly rise, what remains of his skin prickling as the warmth of it seeps into his body, healing the few injuries he’d acquired on the way to the Memorial. He watched in horror as Cat turned and practically fell against the door, sliding down with an arm wrapped around her stomach, gasping for breath and looking up at him with wide, red-rimmed eyes.

“Charon...you, you have to g-go, please,” she choked out between laboured breaths, other hand reaching up to press her palm flat against the glass.

Dropping to his knees Charon mirrored her, shaking his head and growling low in his throat. “I'm not leaving you here!”

A weak smile pulled at her lips. “Stubborn...ghoul. ‘m so sorry.” Her words were slurring together, eyelids fluttering closed though she struggled against it, Charon banging against the glass once again.

“Catherine, Cathy please, s-stay with me.” Hot tears spilled from his eyes but the ghoul paid them no mind, pushing to his feet and gripping the edge of the door, heaving with all his strength. With a loud yell and the sickening pop of his shoulder dislocating he managed to get it open enough to squeeze through, collapsing on the ground next to Cat, who looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “No no, no, Catherine, don’t you dare!”

Grabbing her now-limp body Charon pulled her smaller form onto his lap, arms wrapping protectively around her as he leaned heavily against the door of the purifier; the radiation was quickly draining his energy, eyes struggling to stay open and ears straining to hear the sound of Cat’s laboured breathing.

It was almost...peaceful, sitting with her in the warm flood of radiation, alarm fading to a dull drone in the background. Weakly Charon lifted a hand and brushed stray strands of hair from Cat’s pale face, ripped fingers lingering for a moment on her soft skin; a sigh left him as his hand dropped, heavy, to his side, ghoul leaning his head back against the door and shifting to cradle his partner’s body against his chest. Dying here, with her, isn't so bad after all, was the last thought Charon had before the final threads of consciousness snapped and he gave in to the darkness creeping along the edges of his vision, pain receding as he drifted into black.

[its-sixxers]

A Night to Remember, I

A night drinking at the New Gnisis Cornerclub leaves Tandreth awaking somewhere far away, raising questions not only about his newfound predicament, but his feelings toward his traveling companion.

(Writing prompt given by @radbeetle and @ineed-to-sleep, based on the quest of the same name. Gonna be a multi parter as I get a chance to write. :3)

Tandreth woke to the sound of rushing water. 

It was enough to get his eyes to snap open. There was no rushing water in Windhelm, and Windhelm was where he last remembered being conscious. Opening his eyes too quickly fast proved to be a mistake, however, for the sun was in precisely the right position in the sky to nearly blind him. 

“Fetcher.” he swore, throwing his arm over his eyes and feeling a headache fast approaching. He was hungover - but he wasn’t bound. That was good. He’d woken up worse from nights of heavy drinking (so much worse he didn’t want to remember). The next time he opened his eyes he barely cracked them open, squinting out at the world around him.

To his disbelief, he was in Markarth. 

Markarth was across Skyrim from Windhelm.

Tandreth dragged himself upright, his body sore from sleeping on stone. He’d passed out in one of Markarth’s many alleyways, and by some miracle hadn’t been robbed or worse. A small waterfall cascaded down the rocks next to him, spraying mist onto his face now that he sat upright.

What had happened?

The last thing he could recall was drinking in the New Gnisis Cornerclub - he was short on coin, so when a stranger offered an enchanted staff as the wager to a friendly drinking contest he was all too happy to oblige. The man wanted no wager from Tandreth besides Idunn’s participation, and -

“Idunn.” Tandreth choked out, scrambling to his feet. Idunn was nowhere to be seen, and dread pooled in his gut - doing no favors for his nausea. The world moved beneath him like the deck of a ship in stormy seas, and he nearly stumbled off the stone path and down the cliff beside him. Markarth was a bad place to be in any state of inebriation, and Tandreth was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t still a little bit drunk.

He stumbled down the path, unsure of where to even go - he made it six steps before he was forced to bend over and vomit, aiming for a hardy patch of bush next to the path.

“Ugh.” Came a female voice from nearby, and after wiping his mouth Tandreth looked up to see a young priestess of Dibella emptying a pot of dirty water over the path’s edge. When her eyes settled on his face an expression of sudden nervousness crossed over her features, and she started to hurry back up the steps to the temple.

She’d recognized him. “Wait!” Tandreth shouted after the priestess, stumbling after her in a manner that was far too graceless for his liking. Even so, he was still able to climb the steps faster than she, and managed to catch up to her at the temple door.

The priestess whirled around with the vase raised, clearly ready to smash it into his head if the need arose. “Don’t! You didn’t get in last night, and you won’t get in today.”

“Last night?” Tandreth slurred in confusion. While he’d made use of the services of Dibella’s acolytes more than once, for the first time he’d found himself at a point in his life where he didn’t desire them. But if he’d drunkenly lost track of the Dragonborn, or worse, driven her away…

“Divines, you’re still drunk, aren’t you?” The priestess said, her nose wrinkling in a mix of displeasure and pity. “Yes. Last night. You were chasing a crying woman - drunk as you were - and she sought sanctuary from us. You didn’t like that.”

“Idunn.” he breathed. “Was she tall - hair like fire, cow-eyed, great big warhammer?”

The priestess looked like she regretted saying anything. “I’ll call the guard. She has sanctuary.”

“That’s fine.” Tandreth replied, shoulders sagging. “Listen, if it’s her - tell her I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but…” She was crying. Running from him. He’d no idea what he’d done, but the consequences made him feel even sicker to his stomach. At least he knew where she was - at least the hundred worst case scenarios that ran through his mind on waking proved to be untrue.

“Oh.” The priestess lowered her jug. While she still looked at him with suspicion, much of the venom faded from her gaze. “I’ll tell her if she asks, but it’s best you-”

Suddenly the door to the temple flew open, and a large red-headed woman nearly ran over the priestess in her haste to escape. An older priestess followed the woman, who’d just shouted “TANDRETH?” loud enough to make him want to cover his ears.

Idunn.

“I’m here!” he shouted back, trying to hide his smile at seeing how perplexed both of the priestesses were. 

Idunn spun around to face him, relief clear on her features. It was contagious, prompting the same in him. She didn’t hate him, whatever had passed by. The motion made her wince, and she placed a hand to her temple.

“You’re hungover too, then.” Tandreth observed, watching her approach him with a greater degree of clumsiness than usual.

“I don’t care about that.” she replied. “How in Oblivion did we get to Markarth? What day is it?”

“The fifth of Second Seed, if you’d only listen.” The older priestess scolded, catching her breath. “Dibella’s grace, you two are a handful. Calm yourself, Daphne - last night was emotion run high by drink. This woman has no need of our protection.”

“I can see that.” The young priestess - Daphne - huffed. 

The fifth of Second Seed. It was the night of the fourth when they were drinking in Windhelm. Which meant either a night had passed - or a year.

“What year?” Tandreth added, causing the older priestess’ eyes to widen.

“202, of the Fourth Era.” she answered neatly. “You didn’t bump your head, did you, dear?”

Only a night. They’d crossed Skyrim in only a night. It was much better than a year passing, but it suggested powerful magic on someone’s part. Selfishly, he had a more important question to ask. “What did I do last night?” He wasn’t quite certain if he wanted to hear the answer - but the older priestess’ remark had him hopeful it wasn’t anything terrible.

“You said my horse had a stupid name.” Idunn replied, flushing at the confession. “I suppose I was drunk enough to try and defend her honor, and we both know you can’t let a jape lie.”

Tandreth had to give his drunk self some credit, for he wasn’t wrong. Cabbage was a stupid name for a horse - but endearingly so. He guessed he didn’t phrase it quite so gracefully the night previous. “Oh. Well, my apologies, madam.” With a great and theatrical bow, he flourished his hand and held it aloft to her. 

With a grumble, she placed her hand in his, and in an over the top display of chivalry he kissed her fingers like he would a king’s. To Tandreth’s surprise, Idunn had a ring worthy of one on her finger.

Her ring finger.

The thing was gold and diamond, and Tandreth knew his valuables well enough to know it was genuine at a glance. Idunn realized it was there the moment he did, and snatched her hand back to investigate as he snapped upright.

“You mentioned something about being newlywed.” The older priestess piped up, while Daphne took her chance to slip into the temple and escape the nonsense.

Immediately Tandreth looked down at his own hands - and found his fingers bare. Somehow that was less encouraging than finding a matching ring. Somehow, between Windhelm and Markarth, Idunn had gotten married. 

She didn’t seem as bothered about it as he expected, staring down at the magnificent creation on her finger. The diamond caught the light in such a way that it was reflected in a rainbow within, the gold pale like winter sunlight. “It’s beautiful. Too beautiful for me.” she murmured. “Especially drunk me. Who do you think gave it?”

“Let me think.” Tandreth replied. It was difficult, with the ringing in his head. The last thing he could remember was a drinking contest with a man who wanted only Idunn’s participation as a wager.

Fury ignited within him, and it must have shown on his face for Idunn’s dazed smile faded immediately. “What?”

“Sam Guevenne.” Tandreth answered. “I’ll kill him - he must have wanted us inebriated, maybe he wanted me dead. My head feels like it. He wanted you involved. It must have been him.”

Idunn scrunched her face up with the effort of trying to dredge through her own memory, but soon understanding dawned on her face. Her mouth settled into a stony line of grim resignation. “We have to find him.”

“How?” he asked in exasperation. “I can’t remember a thing.”

The older priestess was listening to the two of them with growing concern. “Well, you did an awful lot of talking about Rorikstead.” She pointed at Tandreth. “Something about you stealing a goat. She wasn’t happy about it.”

Idunn levelled a look his way that suggested she still wasn’t happy about it, now that she was reminded.

“Rorikstead’s days away.” Tandreth sighed - his nervousness growing knowing that they’d made stops on their nightlong journey across Skyrim. That meant that whoever had put them in their predicament had been with them the entire time - and that retracing their tracks was the best idea.

“Then it’s a good thing it’s early.” Idunn replied, shifting her pack on her shoulders. “Thank you, priestess. We have somewhere to start.”

The priestess bowed her head. “You were quite polite, given the circumstances. I’m glad to help. Him, not so much. Dibella’s grace upon you.”

Tandreth’s eyes settled on the ring on Idunn’s finger. She’d said it was too beautiful for her. 

He didn’t think it was beautiful enough.

[lookbluesoup]

Muse “Can Do”

Tagged by @radbeetle​ and @tarberrymentats​! Thanks you two :D

swim / scubadive / read and write / do calligraphy / ride a bike / ride a unicycle / ride a motorcycle / drive / draw / sing / play an instrument (harmonica!) / maintain a rhythm / converse in a language / converse in more than two languages / converse in more than four languages / do basic maths / do algebra / understand structural formulas / read a floorplan / assemble ikea / build a working piece of furniture / build a house / sew a button / customise clothes / make clothes / bind a book / use a vacuum / clean windows without leaving streaks / boil water / make pasta / remove the pit of an avocado / cut bell peppers / cook / bake / basic first aid / cpr / close a bullet wound / fire a gun / load a gun / shuffle a deck of cards / shuffle a deck of cards one-handed / play or read tarot / use matches / use a lighter / make a fire without either / code / start a computer / hack / steal a car without keys / pick a lock / kick down a door / throw a punch / put an opponent smaller than them into a chokehold / put an opponent larger than them into a chokehold / intentionally break a bone / make a cast / chop down a tree / put up a tent / make a knot / create a shelter without tools or brought materials / make a cocktail / cut a line of cocaine / change a diaper (could do it blindfolded) / recite a nursery rhyme from memory (he is infamous for his tongue twisters!) / recite an important religious code from memory / recite the table of elements from memory / recite all pokemon in the pokemon song from memory (he CAN recite every episode of the Silver Shroud word for word, though!) / recite a 10-digit code 24 hours later after only reading it once / tell a person’s zodiac sign / tell a person’s age / play football / play basketball / play another ball sport (baseball!) / iceskate / use an audio recording device / use a camera / tattoo / do a piercing

I would like to submit additional skills on his behalf -  win an argument with puppy-eyes / go without sleep for three days / build an exceptional blanket nest / impersonate an adult 

I’m noooot sure who all has been tagged so no pressure and sorry if you already were! xD @scorpio-skies​ @roses-and-radiation​ @lothrilzul​ @thewookieruns​

[chibikinesis]

About the Muse

Was tagged by @tarberrymentats​ ♥ Thank you so much!

I’mma tag (and none of you are obligated to do this if you’re not feeling it, ofc): @radbeetle​ @nitrozem​ @wild-w4steland-snip3r​ @leporidaefluff​

― Your muse’s name:

Adrian Michael O’Malley (or atleast his Fallout AU version lol)

― One favourite picture / faceclaim of your muse:

The screenshot is an old one but you can still see the resemblance ♥

―   Faceclaim:

CJ Thomason ♥

―   Favorite pic of all time:

^ my favorite screenshot, anyway

― Two headcanons you have for your muse:

1. Adrian remembers Jack from before the war, because it was Jack who did his father, Tommy’s, mental evaluation after his arrest. Adrian doesn’t recall this, however, until after they’ve visited Parsons. He was fairly young at the time, but he definitely connects the dots.

2. He's adjusting well enough to life in the wasteland, but on occasion, he still greatly enjoys talking with people like Nick, Daisy, Edward, and others who can humor those whims.

― Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

1. He still enjoys sitting down to write when he can. Piper occasionally bugs him about lending a hand with the Publick.

2. Even when he’s getting some R&R at a settlement he likes to check in on everyone and help out when he can. He never thought in a million years he’d actually be so handy, and he enjoys it.

3. Pestering and teasing Jack and Edward, stirring shit with Emogene Helping Jack secure resources for their journey west :B

― Seven people your muse loves/likes:

1. Becca (Wifey ♥)

2. Preston

3. Nick

4. The Cabots (just lumping them together so I don’t use all his slots lmao)

5. Danse

6. Sturges

7. Piper

― One phobia your muse has:

He definitely gets uneasy around knives (not just general sharp objects, but knives in particular). 

[life-is-no-sugarlicking]

Last Line Meme

I got tagged by @coffeecogs and panicked a bit because i don't write much and when i do, it's in German. But i found something and translated a part of it. It's not just a line, but breaking rules is cool.

Thank you @nuka-nuke for helping me to translate this!

Gonna Tag: @radbeetle @charomiami @chibikinesis @catastrotaffy @wild-w4steland-snip3r @ryu-no-joou @lamorellenoire6 and of course nuke again. :p

[...]Finally Roy stopped at a small forest clearing and let his eyes stray over the dark thicket. It wasn't hard to see that he wasn't alone. He had felt watched since he made his first steps into the forest and now it turned out that his paranoia was justified- and he couldn't say that he was very happy about it. Trees were creaking and birds fled in panic as heavy ground shaking steps made their way faster and faster through the tall undergrowth into his direction.

But Roy didn't back off. He clasped his baseball bat in both hands – so hard, like he was afraid that he could fly away if he wouldn't keep his hands on his weapon. If the situation hadn't be so bad, Roy would have laughed; weapon was a big word for something that would just be a toothpick for what ever was running towards him.

But giving up was no option. It never was. He came too far to end as someone’s snack.

“Come at me, Asshole”, Roy hissed tensely and tightened his grip even more.

And as if it had been the last invite that it had needed, the Deathclaw broke roaring through its hideout.[...]

-----

And thats how he met Cupcake.

[nuka-nuke]

Cyrus Hawke

I was tagged by @the-chantry-stole-my-elfroot, thank you! sorry it took so long!

Basics:

Name: Cyrus Hawke

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: he/him

Other:

Family: Bethany Hawke (sister), Carver Hawke (brother), Leandra Hawke (mother), Malcolm Hawke (father)

Birthplace: Redcliffe

Job(s): Mercenary, bodyguard, sometimes hero. Normal stuff.

Phobia(s): Really dislikes Mabaris, but refuses to admit he’s afraid of them. Even when leaping straight up the side of a wall to avoid one. 

Guilty pleasures: He never feels very guilty about his pleasures, but perhaps he should... 

Hobbies: He loves to try to find new and creative ways to cheat at cards with Isabela. Eventually their games are not quite games anymore, just who can cheat who better. He also likes to write, and will add many outlandish stories to Varric’s novel any opportunity he can. 

Morals:

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sins: Lust/Greed/Envy/Gluttony/Pride/Wrath/Sloth

Virtues: Charity/Chastity/Diligence/Humility/Temperance

This or that:

Introvert/extrovert/ambivert

Close-minded/open-minded 

Calm/anxious/restless

Disagreeable/agreeable/in-between/depends (when templars are involved, he can be very disagreeable.)

Patient/impatient/in-between

Outspoken/reserved

Leader/follower/flexible

Empathetic/unempathetic

Optimistic/pessimistic/realistic

Traditional/modern/in-between

Hard-working/lazy/in-between (usually forced to be hard-working, but prefers being lazy)

Relationships:

OTP: Anders/Cyrus

Acceptable Ships: Isabela/Cyrus, and it is possible Lyrynn Tabris(Hero of Fereldan)/Cyrus happened/almost happened at one specific time in their history

OT3: ... Does Anders/Justice/Cyrus count? That’s a pretty constant threesome he has to deal with. 

BroTP: Aveline is his best bro, but she gets sick of him easily. Isabela is his closest friend besides her.

NoTP: Merrill/Cyrus, Fenris/Cyrus. Merrill is like his little sister and Fenris, while they are good friends, is very much against a lot of what Cyrus fights for.

Tagging (doesn’t need to be dragon age!): @life-is-no-sugarlicking, @ronqueesha, @radbeetle, @southernstar-s, @amalthemir, @ryu-no-joou, 

[w4steland-sn1per]

Happy New Years!

I hope everyone’s having a wonderful New Years! I hope 2019 brings a lot of cheer and happiness for all of my wonderful friends/followers that I’ve made here.

Without all my family and all of my friends here and on DeviantART I honestly might’ve not made through 2018, and even though I’ve had negative experiences on Tumblr it still feels like home because so many people here still support me and remind to ignore the haters.

I might not be that popular and I might not be the most talented, but I’d rather have good friends than popularity or talent.

I’m tagging all of these awesome peeps who’s support, friendship, content, and/or art helped me through 2018:

@nonisartblog @charomiami @chibikinesis @bladesremains @vulpesexual @kourumi @voidbattlemage @senpaishlong @radbeetle @sometimes-they-steal-tomatoes @worthlesssix @prydwencats @eluvisen @ariejul @scarecrow-forest @cjbrackenwall @marvilus73 @ceilingcow @rikakowrites @doctorcoat @gangnome @lamorellenoire6 @rogue-snorunt @wasteland-wanderess @m-writes-things @galoogamelady @cherry-pixels @catastrotaffy @ronqueesha @themasterplanner @renplz  @ryu-no-joou   @theartofblossoming

Y’all are awesome badasses and you guys definitely helped me through 2018. I am so thankful that I was able to be a  member of Tumblr and meet all of these awesome people and see all of this awesome art along the way. I hope that 2019 brings you all happiness, success, and joy throughout the year!

[radbeetle]

falloutober 14 - (Tip the) Scales

(beets head bad, write words no picture. scene in my head proved too much work to shoot)

It had been nothing more than a stroke of good luck - and everyone involved knew that.

But it didn't change their gratitude.

The minutemen stationed at Nordhagen had sent out a desperate radio call - the location's proximity to Libertalia meant it saw occasional raider activity, but today... today, something had changed, and the men bearing down on them had torn through the barricades.

There was nothing left but fear and desperation.

And it was only chance that tipped the scales that day.

The sand, shifting under steel steps, masked the sound of the power armor's steps.

But the whine and clatter of the gatling laser spinning up caught everyone's attention.

Not soon enough.

The flash of rapid laser fire pierced through the fog - and through the raiders. It took only a few minutes of sustained fire to break the siege, and as the last surviving raiders scattered, the air fell silent once again.

And Kate stood on the coast, at the end of it all, helmet in her hand as she spoke with the settlers.

No one said the what-ifs. What if she hadn't been near. What if their radio tower has been taken out. What if the raiders came at night, in silence.

They were all keenly aware of every other way this day could have played out.

But that's not how it had happened.

And for one more day, they were grateful.

[ceilingcow]

In a lot of ways 2018 was a bad year, on both a large and a more personal scale, but its also been a year with a lot of positive developments and growth. More than anything else this year has made me realize the importance of friends and the value of (as cliche as it is) self-respect. I struggled a lot with balancing mental health and a chronic illness, yet managed to (I think) make a lot of progress in my art. Thinking back on this year is daunting; so much happened that it’s impossible to take stock of even a fraction of it.

I had the fortune of meeting or interacting with a lot of inspiring and supportive folks this year. Some I was lucky to get to know, while others I’d love to get to know better in the future! (This is by no means an exhaustive list, and I admit I’m so afraid I forgot some folks and I almost certainly did.) 

@radbeetle @letmebegaytodd @charomiami @chibikinesis @lil-homo3 @dtohl @mistahgrundy @mixterglacia @lamorellenoire6 @mojave-wasteland-warrior @senpaishlong @nonisartblog @ariejul @cherry-pixels  @catastrotaffy @ryu-no-joou @ghoulhugs @life-is-no-sugarlicking @flannelshirtandjeans @vitley @schizo-fractured @transastronautistic @s-iron @super-pretty @itsya1upboy @heidiblack @vectober

I think I nearly doubled my follower count in 2018, and I’m glad to have produced content this year that resonated with people in some way. Thanks so much for following, y’all! I appreciate this positive little corner of fandom I’ve found on Tumblr, Twitter and Discord so much! <3 In 2019 I hope to make more art, finally get back to writing, get better at organization, and participate more in the communities I’m a part of. 

Here’s to growth in 2019! 

[its-sixxers]

OC ‘Can Do‘

tagged by @radbeetle​ and if you wanna do the thing consider yourself tagged by me!!

Rules: BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO ( italics for what they could do, but have never attempted to)

swim / scubadive / read and write / do calligraphy / ride a bike / ride a unicycle / ride a motorcycle / drive / draw / sing / play an instrument / maintain a rhythm / converse in a language / converse in more than two languages / converse in more than four languages / do basic maths / do algebra / understand structural formulas / read a floorplan / assemble ikea / build a working piece of furniture / build a house / sew a button / customise clothes / make clothes / bind a book / use a vacuum / clean windows without leaving streaks / boil water / make pasta / remove the pit of an avocado / cut bell peppers / cook / bake / basic first aid / cpr / close a bullet wound / fire a gun / load a gun / shuffle a deck of cards / shuffle a deck of cards one-handed / play or read tarot / use matches / use a lighter / make a fire without either / code / start a computer / hack / steal a car without keys / pick a lock / kick down a door / throw a punch / put an opponent smaller than them into a chokehold / put an opponent larger than them into a chokehold / intentionally break a bone / make a cast / chop down a tree / put up a tent / make a knot / create a shelter without tools or brought materials / make a cocktail / cut a line of cocaine / change a diaper / recite a nursery rhyme from memory / recite an important religious code from memory / recite the table of elements from memory / recite all pokemon in the pokemon song from memory / recite a 10-digit code 24 hours later after only reading it once / tell a person’s zodiac sign / tell a person’s age / play football / play basketball / play another ball sport / iceskate / use an audio recording device / use a camera / tattoo / do a piercing

[blackfiremagic]

How would your character’s love interest describe them?

So this questions was posed by @radbeetle via discord and I did reblogged the post here somewhere

But here’s how heras current love interest would decribe her.

“She’s no hero.” He looked off towards the woods far below the vila. Behind him the fire cracked and Fin laughed as if that statement wasn’t already known. The big man ignored him and continued his gaze out the window in to the night. “ She’d be the villain if she could, once an assassin always an assassin. But there’s something about her, more than the power, more than the magic,something deeper than even the sex.”

Fin chimed in at a that. “ Oh yes let’s not talk about the sex, cuz that be bloody boring mate.”

Again he was ignored even as the big man turned swirled the drink in his hand and eyed the fire. “ She is the fire. She’s everything. Power and beauty, death and life. And when I thought she was dead, it killed me. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known.”

Fin grinned looking to the fire away from the big man. “ So what about the sex?”

A bit of what heras current lover thinks of her. They are more alike than her old lover, and even more alike than she and Liam were, not naming him here. But writing for him has been a treat.

[lookbluesoup]

Last Line Meme

Tagged by: @randomwordsandstormydays Thank you :D Also, I’m sorry in advance. You caught me writing smut.

Rules: Post the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Sentence: He cleared his throat, "I ah, hope you know this maiden's armed," scowled with false admonition, "Tch. No funny business."

Tagging: NOT THAT MANY @tarberrymentats @shadow-mockingbird @ronqueesha @thewookieruns @daddyfuckinlonglegs @bagheera-is-back @saltsealed @radbeetle and anyone else who wants to I’d be stoked to see! No pressure tho <33