#tato-sister

[emilysdiaryofficial]

Red Bliss doesn't back down and neither should u~

[aprilclementine]

part 3 of history teacher steve and art teacher eddie

part 1 / part 2

There was already enough to worry about your freshman year of high school. Dustin was just happy he had a good group of friend to be by his side through it all. Plus, his best friend Mike’s sister was going to be their English teacher, Lucas assured Dustin it would be a walk in the park. They were so wrong.

"Mike your sister is seriously scarier than I remember from before she went to college." Dustin huffed, throwing his backpack on the couch in the Wheeler basement.

"Seriously, Mike! It's the first day and we already have homework due by the end of the week!" Lucas exclaimed, rummaging around his bag for the sheet that contained the details to the homework. Max and Jane coming down the stairs not too long after, clearing off the coffee table, to start on their work.

Mike rolled his eyes at their exasperations, looking to Will for some leveling. Will sighed, shrugging. "I got to say I'm with them on this one, I thought she would take it easier on us. I mean she babysat us for the the entirety of elementary school, and like half of middle school."

Mike groaned, and Dustin jumped in. "That's it! That's exactly it! This is payback for all the times we were shitheads!"

"Jesus H. Christ, I have to buy like a lifetime supply of apples to make up for all the shit we did!" Lucas rubbed his hands over his face.

"You dickheads need to stop being so dramatic its literally just a 'What I Did This Summer' essay." Max finally chimed in, Jane nodding along beside her.

"Homework is still homework, Mayfield." Dustin snarked back.

"And, she's the only teacher that gave us homework." Lucas added, matter o' factly. "Not even Will and Janes brother gave us homework!"

"Well, it's probably because he didn't have to deal with us as much." Will supplied, trying to defend the other Wheeler.

"Pota-toe, Po-tato." Dustin huffed, opening his notebook to a blank page to start the essay. "Speaking of teachers, did Argyle let you guys hold his class pet? The bearded dragon, what was it's name Lucas? Wasn't it like a vegetable, or something?"

"It was pineapple!" Lucas supplied, moving to sit next to Max, using his phone to try and take a picture of what she already had written on her paper.

"The art teacher that got up on the desk was actually kind of entertaining." Will added.

"His hair was too long." Mike added, grabbing a Rubik's cube off the counter before he sat down.

"I liked his hair." Will smiled, "I think he's gonna be a good teacher, I'm glad I convinced you guys to join."

"I can grow my hair longer, and better than he can." Mike grumbled from the floor beside Will.

"I liked Mr.H's hair better." Jane added quietly.

"Oooohhh, yeah, I totally agree, Jane!" Max nudged her, as the two whispered something else to each other.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Alright, his hair was decent, at best."

"Someone's peanut butter and jealous." Dustin mumbled under his breath, narrowly dodging the figurine Lucas chucked at him.

"I have a feeling he'll be giving us a lot of homework too." Mike added.

"Eh, I know he seems the type, but maybe he'll go easier on us, 'cause we're freshmen." Lucas shrugged, Will hummed in agreement.

The group worked diligently until dinner time, parting ways, with a majority of their essays close to being done.

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The next week, Dustin waved down Lucas and Max as he locked his bike into the rack, waiting patiently by the front doors.

"Is that a- Weird Al shirt?" Max asked as they approached. Lucas stifled his laugh behind his hand.

"Yes, his biopic is coming out soon! The one starring Daniel Radcliffe! Also, don’t be jealous, because I actually have taste, Mayfield." Dustin huffed, as he turned to walk into the school.

"If that what you'd like to call it, sure." Max grinned, as they followed Dustin to their first period.

"Weird taste, I'd say. Get it, Max? Because, it's Weird A-" Lucas nudged at Max's side.

"Yes, Lucas, very funny." Max snarked, as she set her bag down by her desk.

The party shared first period together, which was English. Then, half of them went to Math with Mr.Byers, and the other half went to Argyle, for science. Then vice versa. They then shared art together, then lunch, after that half of them went to PE, and the other half went to band. For their final class of the day they shared history.

Dustin watched Mike almost doze off in first period, and quickly kicked his seat, so his sister wouldn't give him a weeks worth of detention, in only their second week of school. 

The group walked out of first period, grumbling about another assignment, parting ways down the hall. Max, Lucas, and Dustin had Argyle, and Mike, Will and Jane had Mr.Byers.

The groups passed each other in the halls, Lucas quickly repeating to Will what the lesson was about, and Mike doing the same for Dustin.

They regrouped in Mr.Munson’s class for Art. Aprons were placed on each seat, and Mr.Munson was setting out fabric paint, and markers in the middle of each table as everyone walked in. Everyone filed to their seats as soon as the bell rang, Mr.Munson stood before the class, explaining that this period they'd be decorating their aprons for the year. "Put whatever you want, be fun, be creative, but "make it school appropriate"." Mr.Munson rolled his eyes, as he used air quotes, and a mocking tone for the last sentence. He took a deep breath, before bringing his hand up to his mouth, leaning in closer to the class for a stage whisper. "Or, don't, I'll pretend I didn't see it." Mr.Munson clapped to dismiss the class, and then moved behind his desk to work on some sketches.

Dustin walked up to Mr.Munson’s desk about halfway through class. He cleared his throat to get the mans attention. Mr.Munson looked up, eyes scanning over Dustin’s face, then landing on his shirt. "Is that a Weird Al shirt?"

Dustin nodded wordlessly, ready to defend himself.

"That's bold, I respect it." Eddie nodded as he spoke, looking back at Dustin now, who was beaming at the comment. "How can I help ya, kid?"

"I was wondering if you had anymore puffy paint." Dustin asked, handing Mr.Munson the empty bottle. Mr.Munson nodded, as he grabbed his keys, and moved into the storage room. Dustin heard him rummaging around, before he came back out with a new bottle of yellow puffy paint, handing it off to Dustin, sending him back to his desk to work.

Dustin took a step back, watching curiously from the slight opening, as Mr.Munson knocked on the connecting door to Mr.Harrington’s room, before Mr.Harrington appeared. Dustin watched as the two conversed, jumping slightly when he felt someone kick his leg.

"Dude! What are you doing still standing? Will needs the puffy paint." Mike whisper-shouted from his chair.

Dustin grumbled, sparing one last glance at the storage room, just as Mr.Harrington was shutting his side, and Mr.Munson was walking back into the room, bright smile on his face. "I was observing!" Dustin hissed back, sliding the puffy paint across the table to Will.

"What exactly could you be observing?" Lucas asked, reaching for the red fabric marker.

"Mr.Munson was in the storage room-" Dustin started, in a quiet tone, glancing to the desk where Mr.Munson sat.

"Yeah, duh, he doesn't just carry all his extra art supplies in his apron pockets." Max added, taking the red marker from Lucas, before he could cap it.

"If you would let me finish." Dustin groaned, "He went back in there after he got me the puffy paint, and knocked on Mr.Harrington’s door."

"Maybe he needed to borrow something?" Will suggested, with a shrug.

"That's the thing," Dustin looked around the table, holding his friends attention now. "He came out of the storage room, empty-handed!" He whisper-shouted.

"What are you getting at?" Mike questioned.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm just observing." Dustin replied, hands up in mock-innocence.

"Mr.Harrington is probably just still showing him around, he's practically the school's welcoming committee." Max added, handing off the purple puffy paint to Jane.

"Maybe, I say we just stay observant, maybe we can hang around after the bell, stall a little bit, see if Mr.H comes by, for Mr.Munson." Dustin finished, casting one more glance to Mr.Munson.

When the bell rang, the group was slow to clean their area, purposefully mixing up caps, and calling out the other to fix it, slow to wipe down their table, the markers kept somehow rolling off the table, until it was just the six of them, and Mr.Munson in the classroom.

Mr.Munson finally moved towards the table, "Hey guys, lets try and get a move on it, so everyone can get to lunch on time, here I'll help."

The party was quick to try and refuse his help, all six talking at once, spewing out different excuses.

"Alright, alright, I'll just wait by the door." Mr.Munson exclaimed, "But, please try and pick up the pace, I-"

"Munson, I told you to meet me-" Mr.Harrington stopped, looking between them, and Mr.Munson.

"Hang on, Mr.H. I got a couple student still cleaning up." Mr.Munson turned away from them, and made his way to Mr.Harrington. "You can just put the tools on this back counter over here, we'll put them up when the room clears."

Dustin turned to look at his friends, gesturing towards the two teachers. "I told you!" He mouthed.

They finished quickly, and ran out the door, nearly being knocked over by Mr.Harrington who was carrying a 2x4. "Woah, let's try to be careful, and watch where were going. Almost got you guys with this." Mr.Harrington instructed softly.

"What's with the wood?" Lucas asked.

"Mr.Munson asked me to help him put up hooks for your classroom aprons." Mr.Harrington answered with a smile, as Mr.Munson came out to grab the 2x4 from him.

"You guys should get to lunch before all that's left is mystery meat." Mr.Munson butted in, giving the crew a pointed look.

The group nodded, rushing down the halls. "No, I told you!" Max slightly shoved Dustin, as they rounded the corner. "Mr.Harrington is just really, really nice."

"Max does have a point, I overheard Nance telling my mom how much of a help Mr.H was when she was setting up her classroom. He spent the entire afternoon helping her rearrange all the desks until she was satisfied." Mike added, grabbing a lunch tray. "Mom thinks he’s a real dream boat too." Mike added with an eyeroll.

"I think they would be cute together." Jane added, after they got their lunches, and found a table.

"Who?" Will questioned, as he handed off the cherries from his fruit cup to Mike.

"Mr.Munson, and Mr.Harrington." Jane replied matter o' factly.

"Jane, don't be ridi-" Lucas was cut off by a swift kick to his shin, by Max.

"No, I think she has a point. They make for a cute bromance." Max nodded reassuringly to Jane, before taking the pickles from Lucas' sandwich.

The group fell into an easy discussion afterwards about the latest campaign Will was working on.

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Eddie was biting his lip raw, watching Steve hold the board in place, drilling it in place, spare screw held between his lips. Eddie tried to imagine what his flexed arms must've looked like under the stupid knit sweaters he wore . Eddie didn't even register Steve calling for him, until he turned to face him, waving a hand in front of his face. Eddie jumped slightly, apologizing.

Steve smiled, holding out his hand to Eddie that held the screws he didn't use. "Could you bring over the hooks now?"

Eddie took the spare screws from Steve's hand, and went back to his desk to grab the hooks they would use. Eddie waited patiently beside Steve, handing him each hook as he needed it.

Once all the hooks were up, Steve started helping Eddie place all the student aprons in their appropriate sections. Steve took a step back, hands on his hips as he admired the work. "We make a good team, Munson."

"I owe you like a weeks worth of lunch, Harrington. I'm useless with power tools." Eddie joked, moving to clean up the saw dust on the ground, Steve following with the dust pan. Eddie really wasn't bad with power tools, growing up and helping his Uncle Wayne with all the repairs the trailer ever needed, but how could he say no, when Steve looked so eager to help. He had ran to their shared supply closet, and pulled out his new drill to show Eddie, the second Eddie mentioned needing to put up racks in his room.

Steve now kneeled down in front of Eddie, holding the dustpan in place as Eddie swept the dust in a neat pile. Steve looked up at Eddie as he continued their conversation. "Does it have to be lunch? I can go for a couple dinners." Steve smiled up at him.

Eddie had to constantly remind himself they were in a school setting, whenever Steve was in compromising positions like this, and saying suggestive things like that to Eddie. Steve was just being a bro, a bro that happened to have the most beautiful hazel eyes Eddie had ever seen, hair that he constantly stopped himself from running his fingers through, and a face that has now made it’s way into Eddie’s sketch book. Eddie was looking too into it, he was sure that was the case. Still, Eddie couldn't stop the blush that crept up his neck. Eddie really needed to keep his cool.

"I don't mind doing dinner, Harrington. We should think about inviting the rest of the teachers in our hall too!" Eddie was quick to add, "Nancy, Johnathan, and Argyle all seem pretty close to us in age. It would be cool if we all went out together, y'know some staff bonding time! You could bring Buckley too!" Eddie finished, as he swept the pile into the dustpan gently.

Eddie tried not to think too much of the way Steve deflated at the suggestion. "Yeah, staff bonding sounds fun." Steve sighed as he stood, walking to drop the pile in the trash. "Any suggestions?" Steve asked, as he stood by Eddies desk.

"My friend Gareth mentioned this bar downtown, we could see if everyone wants to do that?" Eddie answered, moving to place the broom back in the storage room. "I'll ask Johnathan, and Argyle, if you ask Nancy, and Robin."

"Sounds like a deal, let's do it after the first month of school, as like a celebration, maybe we can turn it into a monthly thing." Steve suggested.

"I like that idea, I'll be sure to mention it to the guys when I talk to them." Eddie responded.

"Hey, I don't mean to cut this short, but I have to run and finish up some copies before next period." Steve explained, as he walked towards Eddies closed door. Eddie nodded in acknowledgment, and waved as Steve ran out.

Staff bonding, really, Eddie? Eddie groaned to himself, plopping down on his spinny chair.

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the kids are introduced now! this part feels a little shorter than the rest, sorry :( i hope you guys are liking this as much as i like writing it, i can’t wait to upload more. thank you again for all the notes :)  i am having an awfully hard time coming up with a title hahaha

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[teaboot]

thinking of masculine names for No Particular Reason and kinda like Tato (Tae-toh) except for the inevitable circumstance in which someone (my dear sister who I love) will call me Potato

[kuroneko1815]

When the Baby Dragon Sneezes

Chapter 5 spoilers and snippets from the first draft…

He was met by the sight of a pink haired man cradling a wailing golden bundle, the telltale golden wings twitching slightly. Porter stopped at the sight of Reynold Eckart who had turned to them, years older than he should be and with a… golden baby dragon.

“Papa!” The baby dragon wailed as she made grabbing motions towards him.

He threw a questioning glance at the dragon but obliged none the less, eyes dark as he turned to stare at his future brother-in-law who backed away slightly once Judith had been transferred. “I didn’t do anything.” He said immediately.

“Then why is my daughter crying?”

“TATO!” Judith wailed as he rocked her. “I. NOT. LIKE. TATOS”

He stared at the Eckart in front of him for answers.

The man gave a sigh. “Penelope just gave birth and Judy got to meet her baby sister Roxie, who takes after you as well by the way, and then she started crying the moment she saw the baby and then she turned into… that.”

He gestured to the fully dragon form his daughter was in now. Round cheeked, sharp fangs, claws, and even some horns.

Oh. He was a father again? Another little girl? How wonderful. Though it would be nice if one of their daughters took after their lovely mother’s colouring.

-

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He cursed his older self as he rushed his horse on faster. The Princess shooting left and right at the assassins. If he had known that this was what would have happened, he would have insisted that she not attend. He couldn’t believe that his older self had willingly placed any version of their Princess in such danger by not warning him of the assassins.

As he helped her off the horse, standing beside her, not too close to limit movement but close enough that he would be able to move if needed, he gripped his sword. Eyes scanning from side to side in tense anticipation, the only worry from behind was the potential fall from the cliff.

Then they came, the clanging of blades echoed through the silence along with the sounds of the gurgling of men as they were shocked by the magic beads the Princess used.

When he had seen that there were no more, the Princess warned him that there was one last yet to show himself.

Then she screamed, his body moved, sword back in it’s sheath as he threw himself in between them. Pain erupted from his shoulder where he had been stabbed but his focus was on her and their fall.

Even as she screamed, he heard the twang of the crossbow’s string and the thud of a body. He saw the river approaching them rapidly and turned their bodies so that the impact would be on him. The Princess limp in his arms.

-

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He pulled away from the Princess with some regret. Her eyes clearing itself of the haze it was in. The fog of pleasure leaving both of them as he held her at arms length.

“Your Highness?” She asked with some worry and embarrassment at what they had just been doing.

He shook his head with so much rueful sadness. “This isn’t a good idea.”

She flinched at his words and he backtracked, ready to explain himself.

“I won’t be able to stop if we continue.” He told her. “I guarantee that if we continue on like this, Judy will most likely be here within nine months and then… I’ll cling to you and all of your plans for archaeology would be ruined because I probably would do all I can to stop you. Never mind fighting Leila. That’s something difficult for me to accept as is but if you get pregnant now… I won’t be able to take it… besides, you deserve better than for your first time to be on a dirty cave floor, you deserve a real bed and warm sheets, to be pampered and relaxed before and after, not when we’re alert for potential assassins and where anyone and anything can come in and see us, see you like this. I’m too selfish to let anyone see you like that.” His voice became softer as he whispered it to her ear.

He could see her flush deepen all the way down her neck and further.

She bowed her head and nodded, leaning on his shoulder.

“Princess, you should lie down.”

She looked up and shook her head. “What about you?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“It’s fine if we both behave right?”

She looked so earnest and sincere that he couldn’t deny her. They rearranged themselves, his discomfort at the state of his pants fading away when she laid her head over his heart and fell asleep, his cape wrapped around their bodies.

[alabama-metal-man]

Sentence for the prompt: "what happened to your face?"

I like to think that in some AU where they went into hiding, they still had silly moments of joy.

thanks for the prompt!

The hut was quiet as Padmé came in, cool air bringing sweet relief from the Tatooine suns' heat. She lowered her hood and latched the door, tossing her shawl onto the sofa on her way to the kitchen to unload her market purchases. “I’m back!” She called, storing the fresh pallie fruits in a bin and loading tatos into another. She heard the soft patter of bare feet approaching behind her as she finished, and turned to find Luke looking up at her brightly. She laughed. “Oh, Luke,” she reached a hand out to touch his cheek lightly. “What happened to your face?” Stripes of grey and green lined his cheeks, white smeared across his mouth and circling his eyes, leaving Padmé with the distinct impression of a startled loth cat.  “Leia did it!” He beamed with pride. That explained the lack of finesse. “And where is your sister?” She’d barely gotten the words out before Luke was leading her down the hall, his hand tucked firmly in hers. Just outside of the kids' open door, Padmé heard an indignant protest and Leia’s delighted giggles. “Honestly, Leia, that is absolutely not—” “It’s fine, Papa, I promise. Look!” Padmé stifled another laugh as she came into the doorway, drawing Obi-Wan and Leia’s attention. They sat across from each other on folded legs, with a previously unused palette Padmé had bought on a whim between them. A mirror was poised in Leia’s hand, held up to Obi-Wan’s face. Bold circles of red adorned his high cheekbones and swept up to his forehead, while pale blue lines arched from the tops of his brows to the corners of his mouth.   “Well, hello there,” Padmé waved amusedly at them, and Obi-Wan bit back a smirk. “Didn’t you hear me come in?” “We were a little distracted.” “Ah yes… Well, I know what happened to Luke’s face.” Luke, who’d slipped in just before Padmé, giggled from his spot on his bed. “What exactly happened to your face, Ben?” “I thought that would be obvious,” he responded dryly, and Padme quirked a teasing brow at him. He rolled his eyes, putting on a big sigh, as he said, “Your daughter had a brilliant idea.” Still he tossed a fond look at the little girl. “She comes by those honestly,” Padmé said and Leia grinned up at her mother, her own face dotted and lined with blues and greens. “What do you think?” “Very lovely,” Padmé said indulgently, kneeling next to Leia to inspect her work on Obi-Wan. “Only, I think—” she dipped a finger into the palette and swept a golden stripe across the bridge of Obi-Wan’s nose. “—There.” Twin laughs peeled from the children’s mouths, contagious and bright, and soon she and Obi-Wan were laughing along with them. “You next, Mama,” Leia said between giggles, and Padmé nodded, sitting beside Obi-Wan. He smiled down at her, pressing affectionate fingers into her shoulder as she settled into his side. “Yes, my love. Me next.”

[whispersbelongingbird]

Happy birthday Yuno and Asta! Here are some headcanons for them (literal Noelle and Leopold in panic)

Leo was the one who asked William for Yuno to have a day off

Noelle did the same with Yami and that’s when it started

The two were absolutely clueless and had no idea what to get for their loved ones

Asta was a easy pick, He is grateful for anything he gets and will love it no matter what it is.

It’s not that Yuno isn’t grateful, of course he is. It’s just he is hard to find something that he wont just leave alone for the rest of his life. 

The Black Bulls had all came together to give Asta a photo Album of all their memories. Although Noelle wanted to also get something else for Asta.

The golden dawn had tried to work together to get something for Yuno but none of them really knew what he like so they asked Leo and he simply responded with “ Out of all honesty, I don’t even know what I am getting Yuno.”

The day of their birthday Yuno and Asta were planning on going hage and they Asked Leo and Noelle to come, mainly to meet Leopold.

The two royals went around town the day before to find something.

Finally something had caught their eye

It was the day of their birthday and they had made it to hage with Yuno and Asta having a race along the way. Resulted in a tie.

Leo met father Orsi, sister Lily and the children.

After dinner which was (cough) tatoes Noelle and Leopold handed Asta and Yuno their gifts 

Leo had given Yuno a necklace which had ‘Yunleo” written on it combining their names together. Leo was hesitant to give it at first as it may seem a little sappy and maybe not Yuno’s style but Yuno loved it so much and made sure Leo knew of it

For Asta Noelle got them matching bracelets. Her one saying ‘Noelle’ and his ‘Asta’ . Noelle was tempted to write ‘stupidsta’ but Leo stopped her. Asta started yelling about how much he loved it. As embarrassed Noelle was she was happy for Asta.

I had to rush this because I completely forgot about their birthday but I hope this was good enough

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Thirty Five

Masterlist

Nick: I see, doll... I see.

Geneveve: So this is Goodneighbor... *freezes when she sees the stage towards the back end of the town with rotten tatoes splattered against the back wall and in the center a crucified and stripped gen 2 synth* Suddenly I don't feel welcome...

Lucille: Hm? Oh gees... yeah, I wouldn't worry. They're petty heavy handed about the Institute but rogue synths are welcome here.

Nick: They probably wouldn't let either of us in of they hated us that much.

Jasmine: (Looking around the town with wide alert eyes, taking in everyone and everything)

Lucille: *walking past the guy still trying to restore an old motorcycle, Daisy's, and Kleo's shop then a man trying to persuade passerby into playing a game of chance* No thanks. I'll take my lot with the wasteland. *smirks*

Nick: *readily following her* So what's the plan?

Lucille: We check in with the mayor and see if he can help persuade Mags to take Geneveve under her wing.

Nick: Right... and you're sure Magnolia would be okay with this...?

Lucille: Please, I'm sure she'd listen to an old flame. *confidently waves her hand*

Nick: *rolls his eyes* You spent one night together- I'd hardly call you an "old flame".

Jasmine: (Glances at Lucille and Geneveve. She figures its a good fit for them to be a singer, they don't seem to like violence… She quickly puts back down her head again, still reeling from the sharp blow)

Geneveve: *looks worried. Worried about what they're going to do if they can't learn to perform from Magnolia. Is there another singer in the Commonwealth they can learn from? Will it be back to the candy shop for them? Back to being derided for being a Synth selling sweets?*

Lucille: *already at the door of the old state house*

Nick: I'm going to rent a room at Rexford so I can tend to Jas's wounds. Take your time. *starts walking off with the teen*

Lucille: Right. Thank you, Nick.

Jasmine: (Holds onto Nick a little tighter, weakly lifting her head once again to nervously glance around at their surroundings. She knows Nick will do his damned best to keep her safe while she is vulnerable and weakened, but she still feels very uneasy… and scared if she was being honest) (Quietly to herself) “Breathe… Dad is here…”

Nick: *nods as they head into Rexford to rent a room*

Lucille: Hey, Han? You in?

Hancock: *was lounging on the couch but he perks up as soon as he hears Lucille call while walking up the stairs* Well look who it is! Come to get into some trouble? Hopefully not disturbing the peace too much in my quaint little slice of paradise- *Sees Geneveve* And who's this lovely lady? Oh- don't tell me- you got Nicky to cross dress. *wide joking grin*

Geneveve: I'm afraid the detective is busy checking in at the hotel-

Hancock: *wraps an arm around Gen's shoulder* Don't worry, I'm just joking. Your face is too fresh to be his beat up mug. And the voice? Way too... how do I put it? Crisp? We'll go with that for now...

Geneveve: *looks at Lucille. Uncertain*

Lucille: Don't worry. He's a friend.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes tightly and hides her face back in his shoulder, taking in slow breaths so she can stay calm as they enter) (Mumbling) “Raiders got a few good hits in…”

Nick: *whispers to her* I know, doll... *to the receptionist* Room for two, please. *puts down enough caps to cover a night*

Hancock: So what brings you two to Goodneighbor?

Lucille: We're hoping Mags will teach Geneveve how to sing-

Hancock: Magnolia? A teacher?? Either you're joking or I'm incredibly high right now.

Lucille: Hancock, you're always incredibly high.

Hancock: Oh- you wound me, sister. How the hell would I keep this place going if I were?

Geneveve: *raises an eyebrow. Goodneighbor seemed very much full of crime and vice to her. Just a step above gunners according to her system files* You have an interesting definition of that phrase.

Hancock: You think you can run a town? It's a lot of work. A lot of people to keep safe from tyrants, raiders, and the occasional hotshot gunner. It ain't no paradise but at least the people here? They're free. *pats her shoulder* So anyway. You want to try your luck with Magnolia at the Third Rail, huh?

Geneveve: That's right. I want to try singing. Performing on stage.

Hancock: How are you with crowds...?

Geneveve: Crowds?

Hancock: Yeah. Crowds. You'd be in front of a bunch of people. Some might not like ya.

Geneveve: ...I think I can handle them.

Jasmine: (Stays still and quiet, trying to calm the dull pounding in her head and body with her steady breaths. Thats the only thing she can do for the pain from the fight at this point... At the very least she ain’t crying)

Nick: *already taking her to the room*

Hancock: Then you miiight do alright. *starts leading her down the stairs*

Lucille: *follows. Concerned* I hope no one gives her any trouble...

Hancock: I'll give Charlie and Ham some incentive to keep an eye on her... if she gets the part.

Geneveve: Is that the same method you'll use on Magnolia, too? *raises a skeptical eyebrow*

Hancock: If it comes to it, yeah. You seem like a good fit appearance wise in Goodneighbor. We just gotta get you to sing. Or find something else to do on these lovely streets.

Lucille: *suspicious glare*

Hancock: *while leading the synth out the door* Don't give me that. I'm just being coy. Daisy, Kleo, or the fine folks at the Memory Den might be hiring. *smirks*

Jasmine: (Quietly, pain in her voice) “Ughhh… shit…” (She doesn’t think she is injured all THAT bad, although it’s always been hard to tell. Even more so with her sensitivity to pain being way overly frisky for her own liking. Knocked her off her fighting course when a simple punch felt like being smacked by a motorbike)

Nick: *gently lays her out on the bed* Alright doll... let's have a look at those wounds.*glances at her for permission to check, especially the stitches*

Geneveve: *eyes flicker around the part of town they're in, then the subway entrance leading into the doors of the Third Rail* Interesting place for a pub...

Hancock: Well what else are you going to do with an old train station? Practically screaming "Bar," you know?

Jasmine: (Nods her head in affirmation) (Whispering, but with confidence in her voice) “I trust you, you would never hurt me on purpose.” (Closes her eyes and hisses in pain a bit)

Nick: *quiet nod as he lifts her shirt and frowns seeing the dirt on the bandages* Might need to change these. *starts digging into his bag for the necessities*

Geneveve: *her eyes catch Ham's as Hancock escorts her down*

Ham: *warily glances at the synth but nods at the mayor*

Lucille: Ham. *nods*

Ham: Wanderer. *nods back*

Jasmine: (Keeping her eyes tightly closed with the occasional hissy breath between her teeth. She mentally tries to pinpoint her injured spots, but again it’s barely of any use) (Mumbling in a daze) “An angry red head is not going to come in to yell and hit me, right? Oh God please do not let her, I really tried…” (Making sure her hands are kept far away from her body, that urge to scratch is strong)

Nick: Trust me. I'll knock em out the moment they walk in. *gentle smile at her as he steadily replaces the bandages*

Geneveve: *gasps at the sight of the Third Rail as they finally get down the stairs* I suppose I was wrong. A subway station can make a decent bar.

Hancock: What did I tell ya? Beautiful, isn't it?

Magnolia: *nods at the newcomers as she sings her song*

Lucille: *smiles fondly at the singer*

Jasmine: (Nods her head without a smile back, moving both her hands to check her sore shoulder where someone had gotten a good hit. Luckily it didn’t feel popped out of place, although she can do that on command) (Quietly) “Just break her red whistle please…” (Starts checking the rest of her joints for anything out of place, like where the last raider had kneeled on her after almost knocking her out)

Nick: I'll smash it to bits. *gently cleaning the old wounds- luckily her shirt and bandages helped keep the stitches clean for the most part.*

Magnolia: *finishes the song and makes her way back to the bar*

Hancock: Hey, Magnolia. How's the performance business been treating you?

Magnolia: *huffs jokingly* Come to collect taxes? Not like you, Hancock. You're usually less upfront about that. *lights a cigarette*

Hancock: Heh. No. Actually, I was hoping you'd do me a little favor. See- my friend here is looking to learn how to sing-

Magnolia: Sorry- as much as this place needs new talent, I'm not much of a teacher. Besides, they can either sing or not. And other than that charming detective from Diamond City, generation two voices sound like nails on a chalk board. *hasn't even looked in Gen's direction*

Geneveve: You haven't even heard me speak-

Magnolia: *caught off guard by the more smooth nature in Gen's voice. It sounds less processed and stilted- more like a Charlie's speed if she were to compare the two class of robots* Or maybe I'm wrong. *sighs out a puff of smoke* Still, I'm afraid the answer is no.

Jasmine: (Sighs and gently touches her bruised neck with her hands, frowning at how tender it feels. Actually, her entire body is sore to the bone and her head is spinning like a top, but it’s better than feeling shredded to bits. Good thing she put great care into making her jacket so sturdy, that’s why it’s her favorite one) (Quietly) “Good… I really attempted to fight my best…” (Hisses at little at the contact, shuffling a bit)

Nick: Ssh... It'll be alright, kiddo. *redressing her stitches with fresh bandages then starts taking stock of any new open wounds or internal bleeding* You did good out there. *reassuring smile*

Hancock: Ah come on, Magnolia. What if I sweeten the deal for ya?

Magnolia: *raises an eyebrow* In what way?

Hancock: Caps. I pay generously for this lovely lady's singing lessons, you provide 'em. Consider it an investment or support of the town's small entertainment industry. What do you say?

Magnolia: Mm... *still seems hesitant but she's considering it*

Lucille: Wouldn't it be good to have someone on that stage when you're taking a break? Someone to fill the silence?

Magnolia: ...I suppose you have a point.

Jasmine: (Stares up at him with confused look and her hand gently rubbing her sore throat. She gestures over her bruised and bloodied self with her other hand, shaking her head)

Nick: Yes. I'm aware of the damage, but you're still mostly in one piece and very much alive. I would prefer unharmed, but... *regretful sigh* I can't do anything about that.

Magnolia: We'll meet tomorrow morning in the vip lounge- when everyone's gone home to bed or passed out drunk in the street. I need to hear what I'm working with first before we settle anything. *to Hancock* I'll be taking my payment upfront.

Hancock: Of course! You know I'm a man of my word, Mags. *cheeky grin as he hands over a bag of caps* How's 400 sound?

Magnolia: Throw in a drink and you have a deal.

Hancock: *slips a couple of caps towards Charlie* You heard the lady. Get her the usual.

Jasmine: (Weakly nods her head, nervously glancing at the door with her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it and looks back down at herself. One of her hands covers the area on her head where the raider had hit, the other is around her waist)

Nick: *starts cleaning the new open wounds. Quietly frowning as he silently blames himself for some of them*

Geneveve: *to Hancock* Why are you helping me so much?

Hancock: Cause I'm just that kind of guy. Plus Goodneighbor can get kind of boring without fresh talent.

Geneveve: *skeptical eyebrow raise*

Hancock: Trust me, you don't want a bunch of chem heads getting bored. Not a pretty sight.

Jasmine: (Hisses again between her teeth and squirms around a little, her grip tightening on herself. She honestly always blames herself for every little mistake that is done, especially during combat. Maybe the Trainer was a perfectionist or just really like putting people down, because no matter how efficient she was, there was always something she got berated for. Always something she could do better… That’s why she kept looking at the door. As if the Trainer would burst in any second with that stick and whistles of hers)

Nick: It's okay, doll... Nobody's coming for you. *being very gentle with her wounds*

Magnolia: I do try my best to keep the masses entertained- don't let the mayor fool you.

Hancock: And the Third Rail wouldn't be the same without you.

Magnolia: *raises an eyebrow* The more you try to flatter me, the more I wonder if this was a whole ploy to replace me.

Geneveve: Wh- That isn't my intention-

Magnolia: Calm down, kid. We're just joking around. *pats Gen's back*

Jasmine: (Hums in response, finding that her voice has stopped working again partly due to the pain of being choked out. Very annoying and frustrating especially when she just had it, but there is nothing she can do but wait for it to comeback. She gives the door one final glance before setting her eyes back on her Dad, blinking slowly)

Nick: *finally gets her patched up and starts putting the supplies away* There. All patched up.

Geneveve: So what now?

Lucille: *dreamily looking at Magnolia* We listen to music and take in the night life of the town.

Magnolia: *rolls her eyes at the thinly veiled flirt* Listen to music I can give you. But that's all. *gets up from the stool and walks to the stage*

Hancock: I'm glad Curie wasn't here to see that. *whistles* Lucille, you dog! *devilish grin*

Lucille: Oh shut up, Han. Just cause I ogle doesn't mean I'd betray Curie's trust like that.

Hancock: Make whatever excuse you want. Your wife isn't here to stop you. *still grinning, taunting now*

Lucille: What's that supposed to mean?

Hancock: Exactly what you think it means.

Lucille: Hancock, I'm not you. I don't sleep around.

Geneveve: *raises her eyebrows* So this isn't a normal occurrence?

Lucille: And why would it be?

Geneveve: Because of your infatuation with Magnolia-

Lucille: *goes to sit down on the red couches near the stage* That's all it is, sweetheart. A passing infatuation that'll never come to be. It's very common out here in the wasteland and if you get this gig, you'll understand that well enough.

Magnolia: *starts to sing*

Geneveve: *watches the singer intently*

Jasmine: (Lifts her head and shoulders to unbraid her hair, figuring her scalp needs to breathe some more after being tied up and yanked so fucking hard) (Signing) “I lost it.” (Gestures at her bruised throat with a frown) (Signing) “Thank you, feels better.” (She returns back to undoing her hair and fluffing up her treasured curls)

Nick: You're welcome. *nods silently as he pulls up a chair next to her bed to sit in*

Jasmine: (Stares at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity to her, thoughts bouncing everywhere, never lingering in one place) “……….….” (She suddenly turns her head to Nick after a moment, realizing that she is slipping away) (Signing) “Do something with me?”

Nick: Hm? *snaps out of his daze once he realizes what she said* Sure, doll... What is it?

Geneveve: I've never had alcohol, I have files on it, but the taste...?

Lucille: It doesn't taste good. But you might have a different opinion. *hands her some caps* Try some. Not like you can get drunk. I've seen Nick drink enough of that stuff to kill a horse and he went completely unphased.

Geneveve: Mama, not to be wise, but I don't imagine alcohol would be good for prewar horses. *walks off to the bar*

Jasmine: (Winces as she sits upright and hangs her legs over the side of the bed, laying down isn’t something she wants to be doing) (Signing) “Tell me something that you’re grateful for, even if it’s something small.”

Nick: *leans back and rubs the back of his head in thought* That's a tough one. *tilts his head* S'pose the obvious ones would be the Agency, Ellie, being able to live among humans and be treated as such. *shrugs* Course there's you, Lucille, and anyone I can count on let alone call a good friend. *small thoughtful smile at the girl* What about you? Got anything you're grateful for, kiddo?

Geneveve: What's your best spirit.

Charlie: A bit of this. A bit of that. Whiskey, bourbon... vodka.

Geneveve: Wine?

Charlie: *sigh* Yes. Wine. Is that what you want?

Geneveve: I would like to try it, yes.

Charlie: Coming right up. *turns and starts preparing a glass of red wine for her*

Jasmine: (Blinks down at her hands, thinking it over. Her mind immediately draws blanks and blasts her with, “you don’t deserve it” or “you deserve all the hell thats happened to you.” She shakes just her head and shoved it away for now) (Signing) “That you caught me before I spiraled too far down…”

Nick: *just quietly looks up at her from under his hat with a sort of half smile. He isn't sure how to respond to that admission*

Charlie: Here you are, miss. *carefully sets the glass of wine down*

Geneveve: Thank you. *places the caps she owes down and takes a sip* Interesting flavor... *looks into the glass*

Jasmine: (Her eyes lock to the door, other hand going into her jacket pocket to grip her pocket knife) (Softly) “That you saved me, did not leave me to die…”

Nick: *taken aback by that. He couldn't just leave her there. That would go against everything he stood for*

Geneveve: *finding she likes the flavor. It's... complex to her*

Jasmine: (Takes her eyes off the door to stare at her feet, stamping them a little to pull herself from the flashbacks) (Signing) “Also for Winnie.”

Nick: *blinks* Winnie?

Geneveve: *smiles as she continues to watch Magnolia sing*

Jasmine: (Clasps her hands over her mouth even though she didn’t speak. Slowly, she reaches down into her bag and pulls out her stuffed bear, showing it to Nick with a small sparkle in her eyes)

Nick: *raises his eyebrows with a small smile* Good name.

Jasmine: (Gives a sweet smile back and nods, holding the adorable plush toy close) (Signing) “Your turn again.”

Nick: Eh? Again? Hold on let me think. *looks up in thought* Well I guess being in one piece for starters... definitely been in worse shape.

Jasmine: (Clicks her tongue, rubbing her still sore and bruised neck) (Signing) “You always appreciate a healthy body when you see it at its worst…”

Nick: True... true. *leans back again in his chair*

Jasmine: (Signing) “Better when you can be put back together piece by piece or heal very fast, lucky us.” (Face scrunches a little and she draws in a breath between her teeth, burying her face into Winnie’s head to hide the wince)

Nick: Well, that would be easy for us to say. Important to remember that's not the case for everyone, however.

Jasmine: (Lifts her head and blinks at the ground again, her shoulders shaking a little) (Hoarsely) “I know that!”

Nick: Didn't mean to lecture ya. *pats her shoulder reassuringly with his bad hand*

Jasmine: (Sighs to herself at her outburst then carefully scoots off the bed and moves so she is sitting on the floor by the chair) (Signing) “I don’t like sitting up there, makes me feel like a target.”

Nick: Understood. *jokingly* But between you and me, Jas, I'd be the first shot.

Lucille: *finishes listening to Magnolia's song*

Geneveve: *sipping scotch*

Lucille: *approaches Geneveve* Alright, time to turn in for the night.

Charlie: Ah ah-! Not before you pay the tab. *presents Geneveve with the bill*

Geneveve: *takes it and looks up at Lucille*

Lucille: Overspent, huh? *puts a few caps on the bar* Lets hope you can get that singing practice.

Geneveve: *quiet doubtful sighs*

Jasmine: (Nods her head at the unfortunate truth and reaches her hand for Nicks, but hesitates midway. She draws it back and hugs her knees, resting her chin on them and casting her eyes at the ground. It’s not a good time to be a needy baby…)

Nick: *examining his exposed hand curiously*

Jasmine: (Realizes she is still holding Winnie like a small child seeking comfort would, so she gently puts the bear back into her bag then goes back into her protective position)

Nick: Don't put it up on my account. Kid like you should be allowed their stuff toy in quiet moments like this.

Jasmine: (Blinks at him, then points to herself and her bruised hands from punching) (Signing) “What do you mean? I’m 15 years old, not a baby.”

Geneveve: *walking behind Lucille to the Rexford hotel* Do you really think I'll get the part...?

Lucille: I can't say. But as long as you give it your best, I don't see why not.

@lucilleandherrobots

[late-nite-scholar]

Falloutober Day 4- Broken Glass

For this prompt (by @falloutober​), we have Hawke and Danse having a conversation immediately after Blind Betrayal. Hawke was never the biggest fan of the Brotherhood of Steel, and she definitely didn’t trust them. But Danse became a close friend and a brother. So when everything went down, there was no question what she’d do.

Warnings- none

Length-  just under 800 words 

(Here’s Hawke and Danse at Nuka World. Just chilling, as one does.)

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Hawke found him sitting in one of the booths, staring out of what had once been a plate-glass window. Now, only a few large shards remained in the frame, sticking out like angry teeth. The rest of the glass lay on the floor, crushed under the feet of untold travellers who had passed through over the years. His posture wasn’t its normal ramrod-straight, but slumped over the table in front of him. He seemed so small like that, especially out of his ubiquitous power armor.  

Slipping into the seat across from him, she gave him a small smile. “Hey Danse. What’s going on?”

He sighed, not looking at her. Instead, he pointed outward at the window. “This is going to sound stupid, but that’s how I feel. Like, if you could put it into a picture, that would be it.”

“What is?”

He motioned to the broken glass on the floor. “Like that. I’m sure when the window was whole, it looked impressive. It would’ve looked strong. But now look at it. Broken. Useless. That’s how I feel.” 

The admission crushed her. She grabbed his hands, squeezing them firmly. “You are not useless! I know it hurts right now, I know you feel broken…”

“My whole life has been a lie!” He interrupted. “I’ve lost everything! Everything I was, is gone. Elder Maxson…”

“Fuck Maxson!” The venom in her voice made Danse’s eyes widen. She modulated her tone to softer again, but still with conviction. “He was wrong. He can’t see past all the narrow-minded, bigoted brainwashing of the Brotherhood. You are a good man. You are strong, and honorable, and I am privileged to call you my friend and brother.”

“You… are…?”

“Yeah. You know I only joined the Brotherhood to keep an eye on you lot. I didn’t know what you meant for the Commonwealth, what your plans were. I still worry about it. But there are good people among them. And you’re the best one of them all. Of all you tin cans that floated up here, you’re the one I actually trust. You’re the one I care about. If Maxson doesn’t like that, he can go eat a tato-flavored dick.” 

This made Danse burst into sputtering laughter. “You’re spending too much time with that foul-mouthed ghoul.” 

“Actually, that was one of MacCready’s. Look, I know you feel broken, all busted up inside. You’ve had everything ripped away from you. But you know what? You’re still here. And I know you, you’ll keep fighting. You aren’t glass, Danse. You’re steel.” She squeezed his hands again. “Besides, you’ve got someone to talk to that knows what you’re going through. And I will always have your back.”   

“Thank you, Sister.” He sighed. “I’m glad you’re here. That I’m not alone. It… it makes it easier.”

“You’re never alone. You’ve got all of us. The whole ragtag lot of us. You’re a part of our community, too. Sanctuary Hills will always have a place for you, a home for you.”

“The Brotherhood won’t like that. They might see it as an act of aggression.”

“Fuck ‘em.” Hawke repeated, even more flippantly. “If Maxson’s got a problem with that, he can come talk to me, leader to leader. I’m the General of the Minutemen, remember. And unofficial leader of whatever we’ve got going at Sanctuary Hills. I’ve done a hell of a lot more for the Commonwealth than he has, and if he starts shit, he might just find that out. But he won’t. Maxson’s a dick, but he’s not dumb enough to upset the balance like that. Not after we talked at the bunker. He’s washed his hands of it.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Me, too. Hey, why don’t we head out? We can make it home before dark. And when we do, I’ve got a little something for you that I think you’ll like.” She stood, thinking about the set of X-01 power armor at home in her shop. It would only need a little bit more work to be up and running, and she knew he’d enjoy the tinkering. Ideally, they could work on it together. 

They left the shell of the diner and headed northwest. Each unslung their rifles without a word. The roads were a lot safer now, but one still couldn’t be too careful. Hawke looked over at Danse. His posture had straightened, almost to normal. The weight of it all was still dragging on him, but now he knew he wasn’t alone. That she would always be there for him. And that was worth more than anything the Brotherhood could have offered either of them.  

They shared a smile as they walked. It was good to be going home, and even better that Danse was coming, too.

[shitididnthaveablogfor]

my biggest pet peeve in fo4 fanfics is when all the companions are just hanging out in sanctuary

like half these ppl have jobs yk that right?

hancock is a mayor, piper has a sister to take care of, deacon is too important to the railroad to just hang out in some backwater for weeks on end, danse literally has superior officers to report to, valentine is a dectetive and people need him, macready wont find work this far out of (not to mention that i think he should get his ass back to duncan but whatever)

like the only ppl who make sense to be hanging out wherever are strong, cait, curie, preston and x6

but strong and cait wouldnt put up with being parked in fucking sanctuary of all places and curie would probs prefer a proper lab

preston and x6 kind of work for you so i have no issue with those two vibing wherever the sosu lives

anywayyy write what u wanna write and like what u wanna like but imo this shit makes no fucking sense, which is fine for a lot of fics but some of them wanna get all emotionally realistic while i have to wonder why the fuck these people are harvesting tatos when they've got a billion better things to do

if they wanted to be farmers in buttfuck nowhere they wouldve become farmers in buttfuck nowhere

[emilysdiaryofficial]

Tato and her sister, Kerr's Pink~

[heavenssexiestangel]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

I hope you have a wonderful day 💜🎉🎈🎂🥳🥳

Thank you so much, Tato!

I went to another city with my friend and my sister and we visited some places.

Now we're going home by train and we'll have dinner with my parents (sushi + cake)

[patchwork-legato]

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(may or may not be subject to change, you're free to add your ocs to the verse for funsies as you wish, just lemme know! also @mentally-ell pspspspspsps)

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— robin alcott (cyrano)

a young cadet with a silver tongue, the wit of a fox, and a talent for using the sword. he intimidates most people, but only those in the unit he leads know about his heart of gold. many ladies would have fawned over him and his playful blue eyes, something he inherited from his mother, but they are deterred by his abnormally large nose. he has been in love with his childhood friend iris ever since they met as children. despite everett being in the way, he helps the two of them get together, putting his friend's happiness above his own.

— iris miller (roxanne)

the next person seeking to take over her father's business. many fail to see that she is just like any other young girl with big dreams. she is serious most of the time, but is a hopeless romantic at heart. her friends and family love her for her caring nature but tease her relentlessly for the moments wherein she is too pensive. she falls in love with everett the moment she sees him at the theater, admiring the way his eyes gleam the most.

— everett stuart (christian)

a young man from the countryside who has come to join the army with his older cousin, only to be assigned in robin's unit. after a night in the theater, he becomes infatuated with iris, but feels discouraged to court her because he is not intelligent enough to write tender love letters to her. he has a friendly rivalry with robin, but soon comes to see him as a brother. everyone looks down on e-kun for not being intellectually smart, so they fail to see the vast emotional intelligence he has underneath it all.

— viktoria alcott, née blankenheim (rosanna)

robin's mother and mother figure to the children of █████, a student leader group. most of of them don't even know about her relationship with the long-nosed boy, as the two have agreed to keep it a secret. despite the disaproval of her wealthy relatives abroad, she loves her husband and son unconditionally. those who personally know her don't want to make her mad, though. her aim with any long-ranged weapon is always eerily accurate.

— alistair bright (tato)

an even younger man with princely mannerisms that make him seem like he has come from another world. his godfather (viktoria's husband) was the childhood friend of his mother, so their connection got him close to robin. although briefly visiting before returning to "travel" with his parents, he has decided to stay a little bit longer with the alcotts, even becoming a cadet in robin's unit. he seems to have inherited his father's charisma and talent in combat. some suspect that he merely stays to court the younger miller sister.

— dahlia miller (gabrielle)

the youngest miller daughter who is usually away at boarding school. she is even more headstrong than her older sister iris and can be a bit stubborn. she longs for opportunities even bigger than the city she was born in and a life full of adventure. out of her peers, she is the most practical and is able to easier cope with and accept the fact that war is coming. she admires cadet bright and the excitement she feels around him, but she does not seem to realize that she may like him more than just a friend.

— ??? (maximo)

a general's son with a close bond with the millers intent on marrying iris. he was also a childhood friend of hers alongside robin, but an incident in their youth has led him to develop a rivalry with the latter. an intimidating force and an efficient leader, it's a shock to find out that there are so many things about himself that he despises more than anything else.

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[willinglyghoulified]

I can’t wait any longer. I have to share him with you all. The sketch for my newest character. Please welcome Dino! Info on him below. ♥ I’m in love with him and can’t wait to add the color. Details below.

Backstory: Dino’s real name was Daniel, and his family called him Danny. He grew up in Keansburg, New Jersey. He didn’t know his father, but his mother was very religious and taught her children to be the same way. One day, his twin sister winds up kidnapped by Raiders and is killed before he could get to her as he was unexperienced and young then. In a rage, he killed the two Raiders that took her. His sister’s prayer beads were clutched in her fingers, so he took them home with him. When he got home and told his mother what happened, she mourned her daughter but wasn’t grateful for him enacting revenge. Instead, she turned her back on him and said, “There is no Heaven for you, for Heaven does not accept killers.” He left home and picked up everything he now knows while traveling on the road. Ironically, killing people was what he turned out to be good at. He settled down with the Atom Cats for a while, but they didn’t like his profession. Dino was a “specialized mercenary that only took hit jobs,” as he called it, which was his way of beating around the bush that he was an assassin. The name “Dino” was the name the Atom Cats picked for him, and the name stuck even after he left.

One day, he gets a request from some Gunners to kill someone in Goodneighbor -- a rival mercenary that recently left their employ and set up shop there. His attack on one of their operating posts and the murder of Winlock and Barnes was enough to merit his assassination. They claimed they couldn’t kill this mercenary without starting a war with Goodneighbor, a war they knew they wouldn’t win. However, if a third party were to remove him from the picture, they just might have been able to pull it off. Dino takes the contract and goes to Goodneighbor to find his target only to find out that the mercenary he was contracted to kill -- Robert Joseph MacCready -- struck his fancy in more ways than one. 

Fun fact: his gun is inspired by the Fallout: New Vegas sniper rifles because I like them a lot.

He’s often been told that his style as well as his passion for cooking is odd, but he doesn’t mind. He has always considered himself an oddity. He likes to collect pins and has a bunch on his bomber jacket now. He prefers summer months and midriffs with cuffed jeans. Fucking loves cats. Favorite food: stuffed tatoes with fresh, seasoned razorgrain bread slices.

[learnukrainian]

Lesson 10, Ukrainian: Family members

Let's learn some vocabulary associated with family!

Сім`я /seemya/ - family

Батьки /batkee/ - parents

Мати, мама /matee, mama/ - mother, mom

Батько, тато /ba-tko, tato/ - father, dad

Дитина /dytyna // deeteena / - child

Діти / deety / deetee/ - children

Донька /donka/ - daughter

Син /syn/ seen/ - son

Брат /brat/ - brother

Сестра /sestra/ - sister

Бабуся /baboosia/ - grandmother

Дідусь /deedoos/ - grandfather

Тітка /teetka/ - aunt

Дядько /diadko/ - uncle

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NOTES:

The word 'sibling' doesn't exist in Ukrainian. We normally use words 'brother'/ 'sister' / 'brother and sister' instead of it, depending on the context. There is a corresponding neologism суродженець (m)/суроджениця (f), however, it is still binary (aka has both male and female forms in singular form) and is not used in daily life (either not used at all or used extremely rarely), hence people might not understand you if you decide to use it.

2. Situation with the word 'grandparents' is similar to the situation with the word 'sibling', we normally simply say 'grandmother and granfather' instad of 'grandparents'.

[ace-angel-judas]

Christmas Moon

Pairing: Hazel and Chaewon/Ozlo’s family

Series: LOSTxGIRL Original Kpop Band AU, TATO Original Kpop Group AU

Genre: Fluff, Comedy?

Synopsis: Hazel and Chaewon don’t have anyone to spend Christmas with, so Ozlo invites them for Christmas.

“What are you two doing here?”

Hazel and Chaewon both turned, looking at Ozlo as he stood in the doorway of the studio. He had a Christmas hat on and holding a bunch of wrapping paper.

“Working?” Hazel answered.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brows together, “Everyone gets a week off for Christmas,”

Hazel and Chaewon both shared a look before Hazel shrugged, Chaewon puffing her cheeks before talking.

“We.. don’t have any family to spend Christmas with,” Chaewon explained, “Yua and Eunji went home for the holidays so it’s just us two,”

“Oh..,” Ozlo nodded slowly, “Come spend Christmas with me and my family,”

Hazel and Chaewon stared at him in disbelief.

“Yes, you heard me, pack up, let’s go,” He stated, waving his hand.

“Taeil, we shouldn’t-“

“Stop it, my Mom wished she had more daughters anyway,” Ozlo shrugged, “Come on,”

They both gathered their belongings, switching off the lights and following him out the door.

“Why do you have so much wrapping paper?” Chaewon asked.

“Me and Tae Sin wrapped up Dae’s office,”

To say Ozlo’s house was massive was an understatement. It was in a private estate with a massive backyard, a large deck area where everyone was gathered for Christmas lunch.

Chaewon had warmed up pretty quickly to the corgis, sitting on the floor with them and playing with their toys. Hazel stood to the side, shifting on her feet awkwardly.

Ozlo’s family was sweet. His mom was a short lady, the resemblance to all the kids obviously. Hayoon was sitting on a chair, her pregnant belly keeping her down and the youngest brother was playing on some sort of device.

“Don’t be shy!” His mother cooed, “Come!”

Hazel froze.

“You heard the lady,” Ozlo announced, “Go on,”

Hazel slowly stepped forward into the kitchen, being passed a knife to cut the fruit in front of her.

Chaewon had made her way outside, following the dogs.

“When I said to bring a girl home, I didn’t mean to adopt some kids,” Ozlo’s mother commented, looking at her son.

“Sorry,” Hazel quickly apologised.

“Oh honey, it’s fine,” His mother smiled and patted her cheek, “You are both welcome here, my son just can’t seem to find a girlfriend,”

“Mom!”

“Atleast your sister met someone!”

A laugh came from outside, where Hayoon had Chaewon sat in front of her, braiding her hair. Hazel furrowed her brows together.

“She doesn’t normally let people touch her hair,” Hazel whispered.

Chaewon wiggled her feet, speaking, “Are you having a baby?”

“Yes,” Hayoon smiled, “I’m having triplets,”

“Holy fuck, good luck to your vagina,”

Ozlo and his mother both burst into laughter while Hazel covered her face. Hayoon simply giggled, scratching Chaewon’s scalp softly.

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Fundraiser in February

Inspired by Oj Tato, and knowing that events were a great way to both celebrate Saint Catherines’ potential, and raise money(!) Peer and I were the main instigators of creating our fundraiser. I have to allocate about 80% of that to Peer to be honest, as he was so on it and passionate about it happening! I did however find the potential venue, remembering that we are allowed to use the Napier student union room in Three Sisters for FREE!!! (Thanks longboard nights ;)) which seemed like an obvious win. Peer then remembered that there is a nicer venue room that photography students use, also in three sisters! So I reached out to them. They did not reply and I was stumped (I am definitely not producer material). Peer then stepped in and called them somehow (no idea where he found the number, I couldn’t!) and we secured it no problem :)

Peer and I also wanted to make merch to sell and as we both love doing art we thought printing shirts with fabric paint would be cool and a one-of-a-kind way to support Saint Cats.

The red picture above was some plastic-y material that we painted onto and then we printed it onto the shirts! This also meant it dried way faster than it otherwise would have… and each one was unique!

Here is what they looked like on (thank you ben and alex, very cute)

And we also made some paintings! I did only a few small ones… - peer was much more industrious and got a tonne of beautiful larger ones done!! Was so impressed by his dedication. :)) also his boyfriend Steven did a few!

Peer also secured some speakers from local charities Sex On Campus and Sexpression, which was such a cool idea and was so important to the message of the film.

Then... it was time for the fundraiser itself...